The Dog Days of Summer

Heat wave. The air quality is poor. It's not fit for man, nor beast. The sun beats downs. The air gets thick. Not ideal for the slightly asthmatic. It tends to make one, more irritable that normal. These are the times that I really have to concentrate on keeping my temper and not letting the little things get under my skin. It would be easy to yell for no reason when the boys are driving me nuts. And don't get me wrong. It happens. But I try to be conscious of that fact and work on avoiding that tendency. I will actually find I talk to myself on the car ride home from work. Maybe that is slightly crazy but if it works? So be it.