Where did July go? For that matter, where did the first half of the year go? I’m not sure I like this concept of time passing more quickly the older you get, which is what my grandmother always said and that I take to be a general truism. When you’re a child, time seems to pass so slowly, like when you’re in school or you’re waiting for Christmas… but then the older you get, the more quickly Christmas seems to come each year. And before you know it, you turn around and you’re 30 and you have 2 kids.

And before you can react to that, 31 is just around the corner…