• In fact, that is a very good question. Where does the summer go when it leaves? Is there some place that summer, winter, spring and fall go to chill out? When they get there, what in the world are they doing?
• Someone suggested, and I will not divulge any names only to say they live in the same residence I do, that as a person gets older time goes faster. I absolutely resemble that comment.
• This past week I finally adjusted myself to my summertime schedule. I do not know about anybody else, but it takes me a long time to get into a new schedule.
• While I am thinking about it, who in the world invented these seasons? Why didn't they let a good thing go? I would much have preferred that we simply divide our time by day or night. If it is dark, for example, it has to be night. And, if the sun is up and it is shining and bright, it must be day. I could live with something like that. At least I would know what time it really was.
• I was actually wallowing in a hopeless spirit of despondency. What is a person to do?
• Then something rather strange happened. One of my friends was playing football and his first game was on a Saturday morning. I thought maybe the distraction might cheer me up a little bit and encourage me to keep on keeping on.

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