August is over? This summer flew. Gone. Chalk it up.
The children have returned to school and I have returned to my writing/working routine. This routine, while I rail against it, provides me with words which create pages that I can then edit and hopefully turn into fabulous books.
Summer–oh how I love her–a warm blip of free-for-all bursting out on a self-imposed year of discipline. But every wild rumpus must end, and my summertime mindset seems to stop after Labor Day.
This weekend is the final hurrah. Pool time. Stella time. Kidlet time. Fun time.
Enjoy every mighty minute.