August is the deadest month.And somehow, even though you've been here so many times before, you're never prepared for the way that each week feels deader than the one before. Until finally it's the last week of August and it's like Time's clock has stopped. . . .Hang on a minuteI have a powerful sensation of deja vu. A sicky suspicion that I wrote exactly these words last year. Or was it the year before?Well, I suppose that only goes to prove my point, in a way.But this August... this August has felt deader than ever, no-thanks to the unrelenting...