Self Flagellation and the Sirens of Summer

Come mushroom hunting. Hey, there’s a party at the cabin! Wanna grab a couple drinks down the street? These are just some of the sirens of summertime, the powerful lures that sway my judgment and leave me, more often than not, wallowing in self-loathing, angry at myself for not getting enough done.

Long summer days here in the north create a sort of fren…