Labor Day is Monday, summer's last gasp as most people think. I always tell myself that I won't let that change my outlook, but the fact is that classes start next week. Am I ready? I hope so, although there is still plenty for me to do first. At least my syllabus is posted.
And what about writing? What about books? I never stop, no matter the season. I have a big book of poetry and photographs that is more than half finished. And "Tiger Lily" and "Burning Bright" should be available in print before too long.
Perhaps this weekend is time for a break. The crickets are already singing autumn songs. Happy Labor Day.