Another good excuse

I hate August, it is one of those interminable months like November or March when you are waiting for the last season to get over with and the next to start and the weather really isn't all that great.  The glory of summer has faded yet the splendor of fall has not yet come.  It is hot, dry, dusty, and those wretched cicadas sound like an audible migraine.  Might as well read a book!