Woe is me, stuck at my desk in July and August, bum in chair, eyes fixed (glumly) on the screen, nose to the grindstone. Am I the only Mainer resentful of vacationers, retirees, teachers and even innocent, frolicking schoolchildren?
Even if it hasn’t felt like it much so far this year as I write this (cue the rain), it is, in fact, summer in Vacationland. Many of my colleagues are on holiday, but the paper still needs to go out every day. At home, houseguests roll in like waves to the shore, meaning sheets to wash, toilets to scrub and activities to plan. I swear the weeds in the…
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