Most days you struggle to open your eyes and shake off the ill effects of whatever you did to yourself the night before. Your body aches. Your bones crack. You put a hesitant foot on the floor, knowing that what’s going to come over the next 12 hours is going to be the same kind of repetitive, soul-destroying drudgery that happened last week, will happen again next week and, given the way things are now, will happen again for the rest of your life. It’s a non-stop carnival of agony for which the only reward is death. And it doesn’t make it any easier when you realize that you’re not going to see the sun for a long, long time. But let’s turn that around! It is June! At some point it is going to be so disgustingly hot and humid outside that you’re going to wish you had a week like this. Let’s all try and enjoy the cool weather while we can, because it’s going to get worse. Much worse. It always does. Good morning!