So far this summer (despite my best intentions to scale mountains, strike zen like poses at tranquil mountain lakes and sprout twigs) has consisted of
erecting LEGO houses (will the madness ever end?),
sitting flat-ass-in-chair while I continue to nurse a colicky solar abstract,
and sipping the sweet nectar that is espresso, milk, vanilla sugar, and bailey's.
Then again, it's just been one day.