The minute the weather gets nice in Ohio, I start to feel like summer is here, and just as quickly I start to worry that it’s passing me by.  I just love summer so much, that I sometimes forget to appreciate it because I’m busy worrying about watching it slip through my fingers.  It’s the same way I feel on the weekend.  I’m SOOOO happy it’s Friday, but by Saturday morning, I’m already starting to lament the fact that time is progressing towards Monday.  Or, in the case of summer, I worry that we are progressing towards winter.  When I spend a perfect sunny day stuck inside, I silently curse,…