Dog Days

It's that time of year.

Summer, so far, has been one of the best in recent memories (summer and I have a very fickle relationship.) In these last couple of weeks, though, I am sensing that slow change into the long, long days of summer, where I begin to anticipate the beautiful routine that is Fall and the school year.

Work changes, subtly, so that I am no longer preparing for the quickly upcoming youth summer trips, but for the long term (which is harder to focus on for the long-term, in my office), the weekly routine shifts as more and more people start to take weekend trips that my job doesn't always allow (given that I work on Sundays) and I start to feel a little bit lonesome. It's nothing major other than a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach and in the back of my mind. It's easily remedied during the week and can be put on the back burner during the weekend when not left too long to my own devices.

I'm pretty good at constructing things for me to do, to keep myself busy, but the nagging is always there, always seeming to walk a step behind. It's the time of year I start to feel a little left behind (not the kirk cameron kind) and wonder why my need seems to be so great and others so small.

I'm hoping that all the upcoming good stuff next week and that the trip to Colorado and friend-a-palooza next weekend will put the nagging to rest.