The first day of summer was this week (or earlier last week, to be precise). It’s weird how little that means when you’re no longer a student, and/or you don’t have children of school age. It’s not months and months of free time anymore. I still have to go to work every Monday through Friday, except for pre-determined holidays and two weeks of vacation time I asked for in August.
There are some noticeable differences. The days that have been growing steadily longer have already started to grown steadily shorter. The weather is getting warmer, occasionally leading to thunderstorms like the one we had last night, which was pretty cool. (I am once again grateful I live in a house with air conditioning because the heat leading up to said thunderstorms can be brutal.) The neighborhood is a lot quieter in the afternoons, when the children would normally be walking home from school.
So, yeah. Summer. Let’s see how this one turns out.