"This is very midsummer madness."

That quote is by Shakespeare from 12th Night. (In case I haven't mentioned it, he's a Taurus Rat like me.)

Welcome to the dog days of summer -- and I am unmotivated and emotional. According to the dictates of Nature, I think we're all supposed to be laying around reading and eating fruit. But we don't run this society according to the laws of Nature, which is why I spend alot of time feeling off-kilter. I feel like a dog, siriusly. I want to be pet and I want to sleep. No fetching today and for dog's sake, please don't wake me up....

Can't we all just go swimming and talk about nothing important?

(Good vibes and prayers to my pre and post surgical loved-ones.)