Not dead. Just have our hands full these days.
I hate August. When I was a kid, August meant that summer vacation is almost over and it’s time to drag ass back into a classroom. These days, August means that we’re at the height of the worst of the summer. Hot. Back in Florida, the peak of the hurricane season. The dead zone for the business: it seems that every client is either on vacation, going on vacation, coming back from vacation, or otherwise sitting on their thumbs until Labor Day.
Luckily, the business is still pretty consistently busy this month (albeit not as much so as in July), mostly due to ongoing projects. This August, though, is made harder with Kristi’s night shift job at Seneca and her absolute lack of any downtime whatsoever. The grind is getting bad now; knowing that the season ends in just a few weeks almost makes the grind worse. I’m ready to have my wife back, and she’s ready to hit the second week of September and just dropping like a rock.
Today I’m looking out the window and it’s overcast and cloudy this afternoon. And it just suddenly makes me ache for winter. Cold and wet, running the fire, eating cold night food and bundling up with my wife. We’re both ready for summer to be over. More than ready.
By the way – loving congratulations to Robin and Andrew from both of us. We’re seriously psyched for you guys. Have fun!