Watching the setting sun tonight, I found myself getting mad at Crayola for daring to try to capture the brilliance of nature in colored wax sticks. I have no idea why I was so outraged by this. I can only say that last week tried to suck out my soul, and this week doesn't seem to be off to a better start. On the bright side, thinking about Crayola crayons reminded me of coloring books, which got me thinking about all the carefree fun I want to have this summer. And it's really, really hard to stay mad while thinking about flying kites and looking at something so gorgeous.

Long story short: I almost stabbed you, but I decided to give you a hug instead.