the summer's here

Ready to rock the solstice like a druid on a mistletoe high?

I’m more of an autumn man, myself. My Scando-Hibernian-Anglo-Saxon genetic heritage makes summer a three-month endurance trial. I burn faster than butter on a skillet. I sweat off enough water to create a largish saltwater lake. I retreat to the comfort and safety of the air-conditioned bedroom with Oscar, my chubby chihuahua-pug in tow.

The wife loves the season, though, being an avid gardener and excellent preparer of all things BBQ (despite being a vegetarian), so I can’t complain too loudly.