So, summer in Boston. It’s been raining here. For about one month. Those days when it hasn’t rained, it’s been so hot and humid, Calvin starts panting the second his paws step outside onto the covered porch. I’m not complaining. It’s summer after all. Okay, I’m definitely complaining. Because it’s supposed to be summer. I waited a wet and blizzard-filled winter for some warm, bright, breezy…
