Guess what, dear readers? Yes, I know it’s hotter outside than a snake’s butt in a wagon wheel rut. Slow down. You move too fast. Make the morning last. Feel groovy, as the song goes. Not because winter will be here before we know it, but because we’re halfway through this year. Today is the oft-overlooked midpoint as we wander through yet another 365 days around the sun. Only 184 days left until we ring in a new year. Not that I’m wishing life away. My parents advised against it, with the caveat that doing so wasn’t wise or productive. Time marches on, whether you rush or savor each day. Carpe…