These are the dog days of summer when you regret failing to join a pool or kick yourself, if you had the energy for such rigorous activity, for deciding to backload summer vacations in August.
All you think about is water.
Large, cool bodies of water.
And why you don't know more people with pools. Or access to pools.
Or lakes.
Or oceans.
And how the tiny lap pool in the basement of the gym just isn't going to do it.
Nor is a tub of Bassett's butterscotch vanilla ice cream.
Though it can't hurt.







