You’d think I would have realized that the clock is ticking.

Usually, the start of every summer is filled with many of my ambitions: I’m going to write bazillion pieces, practice umpteen hours a day, read a multitude of books, etc, etc. Quite frankly: it never happens. Or it marginally makes the cut.  As I realized lately that I have less than six weeks of summer … More You’d think I would have realized that the clock is ticking.