Ah the summers, lazy, hazy, do-nothing, hang out, reading under an oak tree. I'm older now, obviously, and summer doesn't mean vacation time for me anymore. In fact, it's just a continuation of spring, which is in itself a continuation of winter and fall and the summer before. Summer now means spending time behind a desk, in front of a monitor, my ergonomic keyboard splayed out waiting to be tapped.
Summer means work, just like the previous seasons now.
I'm not the only one apparently bound by this new credo. It seems everyone is working a bit harder this summer, everyone. And for some reason I've seen tons of plumbing companies out doing their thing. On the home front in Bay County, this summer has been a particularly busy one no matter how you look at it, and no matter where you live. Lives are changing, activities are being pursued and courses of action taken.