I wake up at first light. I’m lying there very quiet, trying not to set off the dogs so I’ll have to get up (which is pointless, because I suspect I snore and lying there quiet clearly tells the boys that Daddy’s awake, but I digress). And while I’m lying there, I become massively depressed because…
“It’s June! The year’s half over. It’ll be winter again before I know it. That sucks.”
I dislike winter so much I’m prepared to let it ruin my summer.

















































LOL, FWIW, I do exactly the same thing.