In July my family and I spent some time on Nantucket.
I can't tell you it was a good time to go- for a number of reasons (mostly work related) it was probably the worst time to go.
But coordinating the schedules of the family was challenging, and let's face it, these things are decided months ahead of time.
So on July 4th, I found myself lying on the beach and loving it.
I may have felt a tiny bit of guilt, but it passed quickly.
And I'd do it again, given half a chance.