Nineteen Days.

Nineteen days until it's officially summer, and this is what we get? We're on a kind of back-and-forth jag these past few days: Sunday, hot as hell. Yesterday, so pleasant you considered outdoor projects. Today, curled fetal in the darkened hallway. We're headed for ninety. It's water-the-pots weather. It's don't-walk-the-dog weather. It's how-soon-is-it-cold-beer-time weather. It's why-would-I-have-even-considered-building-a-screen-porch-if-this-is-how-it's-going-to-be weather. And it's not even that hot. It's not even summer. Ladies and gentlemen, June.