Endless Summer

I was waiting for a meeting to start when the lady next to me asked how my summer was going. It s going too quickly. I am busy, but I don t seem to be getting much done. It s August, and I still haven t scrubbed, sanded, and repainted the porch. I m running all the errands, tending to all the chores, using all the hours, with little to show for it. She nodded. Work that has no end. Not a project…