Summer. It's a good, good thing.

I turned away two phone calls and a knock at the door looking for C-man while he's up north playing. Only children are introverted and socially dysfunctional, they said. Yeah, I'll be sure to tell him when he returns from a weekend of playing with his cousins.

Meanwhile, I got to talk with the beekeeper at the farmers market, mow my lawn, take a long walk along the lake, and pick up C-man's room. Tonight, we head to the beer garden with friends.

Summer. It's a good, good thing.