Laziness and summer fit seamlessly together. I can’t decide whether it’s weather or age that is slowly eliminating urgency from my emotional vocabulary but I could care less which is very different from not being able to care less. Not being able to care less, as in “I couldn’t care less”. suggests that one has arrived at the point where all care has been exhausted. The tank is empty, you’re flying on fumes; you are careless. Whereas I could still care less. The depth of care that I have in reserve to lose would compare the Mindanao Deep with a single tear that I mentally shed on the realisation that summer and winter are a continual series of “sporting” contests between some of the wealthiest and most petulant people on the planet. The admiration of lesser mortals for those superior beings that can direct any one of a multiplicity of different sized balls at various “goals” is without limit. In my estimation there must be nearly as many people watching sport as there are people watching pornography. I think the sex industry should be thinking about pulling up their socks, or possibly pulling them down, if they want to compete with the vast amount of people who are watching finely honed physical specimens playing with their balls on other commercial channels. Check out these peaches that I just couldn’t resist.