Dreamy lazy, idle summer. That's how it should be. Fireflies, starry nights, cooling waters. You have been—and most likely will be—seeing a little bit less of me around these parts for the summer. Is it because I am just soooo busy and scurrying? Sometimes it feels that way, but I am trying to feel less so because that's more about a state of mind and an environment you create and perpetuate. Instead, I want to truly enjoy summer and take time to be idle. Am I thinking about you? Yes. But I may be doing so while swinging my feet over the edge of a dock or rocking lazily in a hammock. I hope you find time to do some of that, too. This article in the New York Times is permanently locked into my open tabs, so I can skim and be reminded to escape the busy trap. And now I'm off to the hammock with this book under my arm.