Coming around again

[PrttyBrd]

Certain times of year there are things to be expected. For many reasons summer has become something to dread, and the list keeps growing. For it is this time of year when logic and sanity collide battling for space to occupy in my mind. As my thoughts waltz between form and function, the day crosses into night with barely a glance. The sounds that should bound with joy instead grind upon the the last thread this side of normal, whatever that is. The busy season is upon us. Busy for those who wheel and deal in those things. For those of us just outside the circle, we struggle to hold on to the little things. After all, it is just my luck that the busy season coincides with summer. For some there is no time for home, family, or anything that goes along with it, for others it is different. There is complete saturation with no escape in sight. The need to be free for even a moment begins to snuff out rational thoughts. The intermittent thoughtless moment is quickly pounced upon and filled with over analysis and self-doubt, about nothing really. There is no sleep and every action and thought is tainted by the overwhelming worry that everything can go wrong in an instant. Not that the thought is in the forefront of every minute of every day. However, when you have a moment in life that brings everything crashing to a halt, and circumstances that repeat themselves every year for an entire season, well, I suppose you would come to dread summer a bit as well. For now, all is well. Not too hectic thus far, but it is early yet. I'll lose my mind soon enough and by July I'm sure I'll be quite intolerable with this nonsense. But that will be then...and there is always a chance that this time will be different.