We've hit the dog days of summer. Uncommonly hot temperatures that help create the image of a pack of tired hounds lying around trying to beat the heat. Even though the expression traces it's roots to the star Sirius, (the Dog Star)we use the term to illustrate that time of year when we're "dog tired," hot, and worn out.
The dregs of July through the middle of August usually encompass this time to lay low. I don't fly fish much in August. The fish aren't as active during the daytime. They lie deep in the darker cooler areas of lakes and streams. Maybe, if your offering brushed close by they'll nip at it. If you go after them, you bake up top. Sun screen, water, an oversized hat and some breaks now and then are necessary. The fact that the two political conventions take place during this period really adds to the theme this year. We're enduring the process like walking, or rather slogging trough an enormous swamp.
August is when teachers hear the dreaded phrase "back to school." Not because we hate teaching, but more because it means our vacation is ending. There are touchstones all along the way.
Officially, the "dog days" are supposed to end by mid August. In these years of climate change it could get "doggy" all through September and into October. No doubt the election will add to that.
In the end, the dog days might just be a good thing. We slow down, we live moment to moment, we have something on the horizon to look forward to and to provide relief. Hopefully, we'll all go from dog tired to inspired. We'll fall into Fall. Just a few degrees makes a big difference.