Dog days of summer. Googled the term this morning, and sure enough these are dog days. But I knew that when I woke up this morning. Time to lay in the hammock, go to the beach, anything but work. Don't the French just take off for the month?

Just like Christmas, this is actually the time I work more than usual. My guy is off for a week, and immediately following, Linda's guy is off for a week. We'll do our summer thing in September.