Yesterday was the Summer Solstice, a.k.a. the longest day of the year, and the usual gatherings and partying seems like a nice way to commemorate this day. Up here in the northern climes, I guess it means slowly but surely everything goes downhill now until the Winter Solstice six months’ hence. But since it’s barely summertime as far as, well, summertime goes in these parts, there’s no need to break out the winter parkas any time soon.

Of course, in Phoenix, the day means nothing – it has been hot for two months already and, regardless of today’s white-hot temps, the real hot weather hasn’t even started yet.

It may be a day for enjoying the sun and being outside, but I’m so exhausted after a long and stressful week that all I want to do is sleep. Happy Summer Solstice, everyone!