I don’t pay much attention to the “solstices.” (A solstice is a pagan god, right?) But it doesn’t matter — every school kid knows that summer ends when September begins and school is about to start.
Well, that flew by, didn’t it? I have it on good authority (read: everybody older than me) that the older you get, the faster the time flies right by you.
That’s a little scary.
[Update: Guys, I was joking earlier when I said that I did not know what a solstice was. I’m receiving educational e-mails about the subject from every hippy in the world who is not high right now (all seven of them).]