The other day I was in Target and had a great sensation.

There was a sign that said, “Back to School” sale or “End of Summer Sale” or something like that. Normally that would plunge my spirit into a deep existential abyss; after all, school sucks and summer rules, and for those of us who grew up, say, out East, the end of summer and the encroachment of winter only means one thing: decay.

Actually, I lied. It means, like, five things: decay, Seasonal Affective Disorder, chapped lips, soft weeping, eating a lot of pie, and undiagnosed alcoholism.

Which brings me back to that deep existential abyss. Specifically, how I didn’t plunge into it.

I waltzed on by it, whistlin’ Gershwin.

Why? Because summer starts in September; it’s the hottest month in California! October? Second hottest month.

And the winters aren’t bad. Rainy, sure. A little cold, fine. But scrape-ice-off-your-windshield-in-a-barren-17-degree-off-white-January-nightmare-scape-and-then-get-strep-throat cold?

No way.

It’s called endless summer dudes.

So while our good pal Adam Joseph at the Monterey County Weekly, in his nifty preview of today’s Dodos show (tickets still available here) accurately notes that summer is, technically slowing coming to a close in a Farmer’s Almanac-y kinda way, I guess we disagree.

Summer is a state of mind ya’ll.

And besides, we have almost two more months to go. Got a few more tricks up our sleeves.