I’m tired of the air conditioner always being on and making a boogeyman amount of racket, the ceiling fans clicking, the cicadas rattling—everything is always so loud— my back soaking my gnarled leather seat on the way home, heat sizzling off the asphalt, falling asleep at red lights, losing precious free time to the couch devouring me and strangling me with afternoon sleep paralysis...most of all, I’m tired of going to church on Sundays.
I’ve had enough of the summer. I’m ready to see and feel new things. I’ve had enough of preseason football. I’m ready for the real thing.