Wednesday, May 28

school's out.

I am not fond of laboring to extract usable oxygen from an atmosphere that is 97 percent water; therefore, I am not fond of the summer in Florida.

But right now, I will trade all the cool, crisp air on Sunshine Mountain for the fact that I will not have to pack a lunch box, dig a school uniform shirt out of the dirty laundry, or hear the phrase "but I can't find a pencil" till mid-August.

Let the summer begin...

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