How in bloody hell can it be August already!? Einstein said time is relative. Well, it’s apparently no relative of mine. I haven’t even managed to unwrinkle all my aloha shirts, much less sport them in a summery display, which amounts to mainly going to work. Since other writers work from home, it would just be me and my flashy topside designs.

Yes, I do get to florally flow at church, but those wild and sweltery nightlife opportunities of the past, where aloha shirts rocked the Casbah, have gone the way of…