July Isn't Real
But the ACBN's Friday Newsletter is.
Man, it’s a hot one.
There’s a point in each summer where I start to wonder if I’ve died and shuttled off to some form of hot, wet purgatory, and I’ve certainly hit that point in the last week. It’s been brutally muggy here in Louisville, with heat indices well over 100 degrees and hardly a wisp of breeze to cool things off, unless you count the occasional brief, fierce thunderstorms that leave everything feeling like a sodden sponge.
It’s not only the weather, though. July’s just a weird month.
My office has been a relative ghost town the last couple weeks, as coworkers’ vacations overlap and seemingly every external email is met with an out-of-office reply. Sports are in that weird lull between the end of soccer/basketball/hockey and the start of football, with only the laconic sprawl of regular-season baseball available to spell the boredom. (Sure would be a nice time for a World Cup, if you ask me.)
The kids going back to school feels at once too imminent and too far away, the firewor…