In the bigger picture, this is miniscule, petty even. Woe, me, ungrateful me.
I misspent my summer nights on sleep and traded all that freedom for schooling and all that searching for lost trails for searching for a house. And now I’m sitting in my garage to the sound of a fan in the foreground and all sorts of critters in the background (It’s nighttime now), looking at furniture that needs painting and the designs I’ve carved into the paint on the piece of furniture I am removing the paint from, and it occurs to me that tonight is going to be one of the few nights I will have stayed up late into my favorite hour, which exists only when I’m awake for it.
It’s just that summer is almost over and it’s just now getting here. I’m whining because it’s past my bedtime and July ends tomorrow.