Today, though otherwise unremarkable, was the Hump of July. Were July a rollercoaster, the ratcheting would have just stopped and the passengers would just barely be beginning to draw in breath for that first scream of terror and delight. The coaster would then dive and zoom around a sharp turn this weekend, then coast up a small hill before going through a loop-de-loop next weekend. Then the coaster will pull into the station, and after disembarking, the passengers will either giggle with joy, or barf. Or both.