Someone Needs a Break

It’s getting humid, the temperature’s rising again. Summer is near. My summers as a kid were far more eventful than the ones I spend now as an adult. I used to go to my grandparents’ when summer came and play with the kids there. Or read comics and watch reruns of old Hanna-Barbera cartoons. I even remember taking my grandfather’s razor and slicing open the upholstery fabric of their sofa. These days, I stay at home, work, sleep. Same routine everyday, all year. Yes, someone hand me a vacation now.