Sometimes time and momentum slow down a little too much. The erstwhile stormy equatorial region decelerates into stagnant latency. Maybe an albatross shows up and you are reminded of a vague sense of not accomplishing much. But it’s so hot, how can you?
I am making August sound more literarily mysterious and glamorous than it is. A more succinct assessment would be that not a lot is happening because it’s hot outside.
Last week, Eli had a few days off. This week, we are back to work, but not working very hard. I am still trying to figure out if the Ecovet fly spray is working well enough to keep using (Eli is still getting bites). I am scheduling a “team meeting” for Eli on Thursday to resolve an older issue that a new-ish team member is rightfully concerned about (more details to come after the “meeting”). I am riding him in the mornings on the weekend and the evenings during the week to avoid the hottest weather. I am giving him this evening off from work, so he can get a good grooming and grazing session and we can relax. So, we are doing things, just not very exciting things. September should pick up for us and will hopefully coincide with less hot weather.
Don’t civilized nations take off the whole of August? Why don’t we do that here?