No, not yet . . . though with the blistering heatwaves blanketing the northern hemisphere this summer, a lot of us are probably wishing it were.

There now … don’t you feel better?

But take heart: it’s less than five months away. And a week after that, another year will have whizzed by while we were preoccupied with Jeffrey Epstein’s list, the illicit couple caught on camera at the Coldplay concert, Donald Trump’s latest lawsuit, and whatever else the world has in store for us in the meantime.

This month also marked the birthdays of both my son and daughter (two years apart), which — using Jack Benny’s somewhat skewed method of calculation — makes me about 20 years younger than my own kids.

And yesterday, while ruminating on the fleeting nature of Father Time, I made a huge mistake: I looked in the mirror. I mean . . . I really looked at the reflection in front of me, and finally had to admit that — while I had always thought I would age like this:

. . . or, at the very least, this:

. . . what had actually happened, while I was busy following the news of the day, was this:

So now I’m going to do this:

. . . after which, I’m going back to bed, where I will do this:

. . . hopefully until it’s time for this:

I realize I won’t be any younger then; but at least it should be cooler outdoors . . . and I won’t have to look at that damned mirror again.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
7/28/25