Nothing is urgent anymore.

We don't have to overly debate the Konflict in Kosovo anymore, it's been wrapped up faster than the NBA playoffs. I guess the good guys won, but they sure were conflicted about it. And what was with the extra aggravation towards China--that was unnecessary. The good guys never should take on an opponent their own size.

The gun debates are winding down. School's out (mostly) and no one is worried about their kids anymore. Whether or not any meaningful legislation will come from this is unknown at the moment. And every day into June we go, the less likely anything will happen. Democrats will find other ways to spend money, and the Republicans will be happy those lovely NRA dollars are secure in their back pockets. The rest of us, well, we'll just have to wait for another teenager to pop off his perceived enemies before we can pass laws to feel more "protected" from our offspring. Or is it our offspring we're trying to protect--I never can tell.

But as the sun gets hotter and summer skin melanoma season kicks in big time, everything is less important than a leisurely siesta in the afternoon and a beer as the sun goes down. There are more important things to do in the summer--things with no consequence, but lots of enjoyment.

Baseball suddenly seems like a lively game--especially after a few beers and halfway into that all important conversation about the marketing strategies of the Gap. Look up every once in a while and the batter will make the inevitable over-swing for the fences even as a fastball puts his muscle to shame.

Yep, there's nothing more important than seeing Star Wars one more time before July, or setting a jug full of sun tea out to ripen.

We have fallen into that inevitable summer slump. But the slump doesn't make us feel bad or depressed. It feels natural. This is the way of things, because even as we trudge to work every day, we know that when we get out of those tightly-sealed glass and tin can factories full of pale people punching thoughts into computer keyboards or cash registers, the sun will still have a few hours left to enjoy.

Nothing is urgent. Nothing is more important than contemplation and rumination. There will be time for hustling and bargaining--and that time is called The Fall.

Maybe you haven't caught this bug yet. Maybe the spring wind and rain have kept your mind sharp and your body taxed. But it will come. All you have to do is let the sweet sunny poison of summer apathy enter your veins and let it all go.

Don't worry, all those worries and desperate wishes will still be around in late August.

Matt Worley kept it short this week out of respect for the summer sun.