The Post With No Point

Sigh. Summer always seems to devolve into a rut once it hits August. The pleasure centre of our collective brain is suffering an overdose of sunshine, lollipops and rainbows. The people who were looking so forward to warm temperatures are lost in a zombie haze. The burst of energy that came in May is over; we're now coming down off our summer injection, and it's turned out to be one bad hit.

"Oh, look. The sun is shining again. Perhaps we should go outside."
"Yes, I agree. Let's."
"And we should also visit the beach. I suppose that's what people do on days like this."
"Boy, I can hardly contain myself, the glee is just too much."
"Hey, look at the water. There are kids and dogs in it. They are splashing about."
"Huh. What a delightful picture."
"What perfect weather for another barbeque."
"More hamburgers? Yay."

And on and on and on. No wonder people are more energized when autumn comes. Just one big rut. Rut rut rut rut rut rut. Hey, isn't the English language swell? Apparently "rut" can mean "A settled and monotonous routine that is hard to escape" or "to be in a state of sexual excitement." This post just takes on a whole different meaning if you use the latter definition. A sensual meaning. Growl. Yay for the protean nature of the English language!

As you can see, my list of topics to post about has grown slim; rather slim, indeed.