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The clock tic tocks forward one second at a time, tick tock, tick tock. The barometer rises and falls like the tide.  Between the wind and rain the sun peeks out then disappears into its winter hibernation.  Man cannot live on bread alone, I need a hibermate!

The small projects I have been working on are all done and the big ones are not in the budget yet.

I stare into space in the dim light of a single lantern contemplating, contemplating, contemplating.  Too much thought not enough movement, I need to get out of here.  I want to feel the sun.

I could set sail today and be in Southern California in two weeks. I could…  The San Juan Islands are like a drug, once they are in your blood its almost impossible to shake the oso short summer rush of endorphin’s.  I need to get a heater, I need to sail, now, I need…

I play my ukulele singing songs about warm weather and summer to Chloe.

She is a good audience but she longs for the dog days of summer just like me.  I need to find a way to live in the endless summers.  Some beach somewhere, there’s a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growing, warm breezes blowing. I picture myself there, letting the sun drape its beautiful rays across my naked body. some beach somewhere.

Summer is kind of like the ultimate one-night stand: hot as hell, totally thrilling, and gone before you know it.