I don't know what the situation was of George Gershwin when he wrote the song "Summertime" for the musical Porgy and Bess, but he apparently did not have a full-time job.
Summertime, and the living is easy.
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high.
It is summertime, and the living is exactly the same as it is in the other three seasons. We go to work. We walk the dog. We try to figure out dinner.
We took a lovely vacation in February. (Well, almost entirely lovely.) We went in February even though our tenth anniversary was in June because a) it's much less expensive to go on a cruise in February rather than June, and b) the ship is filled almost entirely with retirees, a much better option than hyper families. That was a very good decision for us.
However, now that we're in the height of summer, I find images of pools and margaritas filling my head. This is unfortunate since we don't have a pool and I've never made margaritas. I know that I'm extremely lucky to have had a lovely vacation this year. I'm lucky that we're both employed. I'm lucky that I get to hang out with people whom I love. I'm lucky that the biggest problem in my life is that I have responsibilities and can't fritter the day away watching fish jump and cotton grow.
I know this.