Dog Days
These are the dog days of summer. I’ve been sweating a lot these days, and I’m not one to ever complain about the heat. Bring it on. I hate winter. And man, everyone has a spring in their step on Friday. I checked in on a group of roofers as they took their lunch break. They had a grill going and were making meatballs in sauce for meatball subs. One guy was going to the Fair with his wife and a couple of kids. Another guy was heading off to Tennessee for his vacation where he was excited to hike trails. They asked about my weekend. “Mow the lawn. Play a round of golf.” “You better be playing tomorrow. It’s going to rain on Sunday.” And that sent me to the weather app… …rain on Sunday morning! “Oh hell no,” I said. “I’m not gonna miss playing and go right to work again on Monday.” So, I went to work and changed my golf day. I have a two-day golf event next weekend, and Sunday will also be open. “Play three days in a row,” Sam said. “We’re all gonna be sitting in the house soon.” For sur...