The Shallows

[image error]It is August and the goldenrod is in bloom alongside the road.  Last night, I lay in bed, windows opened wide, and listened to the thrum of crickets, a symphonic prelude to summer's end.  I think back to all the things I was so sure I'd do this summer, to the private to-do list I wrote for myself the first week of June, and realize that I've made precious little progress on any of those projects.  What have I been doing all this time?   

The fact that I've managed to write a weekly blog...