You know how some people get all depressed when the weather's cold and drizzly? I'm kind of the opposite. Not that I'm depressed, exactly - constant sunshine just kind of zaps me. Not only does it herald swimsuit season (horror of horrors), but it means the end of the school year, plus blistering hot days to come. *Sigh* Even though my kids are very patient with my reading habit obsession, I'm not sure how many of these ding dang ARCs I'm going to be able to plow through this summer. I have a serious inability to say no. How can I, really, when there are all these free books to be had? And don't even get me started on BEA. Let's just say I'm insanely jealous of all who get to go. Worst of all, my favorite show came to an end this week. I know, right? These crises in my life are enough to put me into serious therapy. Hee hee.

Okay, to combat the blues, I offer solutions:

- There's not much I can do about the weather, unfortunately. However, I do have a big, nice pool in my backyard which means that not only do my kids and I have a place to swim every day, but we can do so in privacy. No public displays of me in a bathing suit. You're welcome.

- The ARCs: I shouldn't whine about this. Reviewing books is one of the funnest things I've ever done, and people are so generous about sending me books. It does get overwhelming, though. If book blogging's getting you down, check out Book Blogging Blues. Just the name makes me laugh. It's actually a really helpful resource, though. Check it out.

- BEA. I'm totally going next year. Seriously. I'm saving my pennies. In the meantime, have you heard about Armchair BEA? It sounds like lots of fun.

- Now we come to LOST. The. Best. TV. Show. Ever. Many moons ago, my husband and I watched the pilot episode. We were entranced. Somehow, though, we didn't remember to watch the next installment. By the time we next thought about the show, we were so LOST that we decided not to watch that season. Eventually, we caught up on the first two seasons. We watched the DVDs one right after the other, often staying up way, way too late because we couldn't stop ourselves from viewing "just one more episode." We've watched LOST projected on the wall of our bedroom, on the beach in Jamaica, in the airplane (not the best idea, BTW) and from a condo balcony in San Diego. The thought that I'll never watch a new episode again makes me decidedly sniff-y.

If you've never seen LOST, you're completely out of the loop, not to mention certifiably insane no worries. My friend, Brodi Ashton, has composed a series of limericks to explain it all.