So it’s September. Years ago, when I was trapped in school (loved the learning; didn’t so much like the societal pressures of school), this time of year was so nauseating. My stomach in painful knots, I would have walked outside this morning with a melodramatic grimace on my chubby face, convinced that the first day of school had arrived with a certain grotesque scent in the air. With said knots grinding away in the tummy, I would have slowly trudged to school, hoping for the end of the day before it even began.
Sigh. Thank God school is over.
Anyway, summer is unofficially over; the kids are back; a 10-minute commute to work will now grow to 20 minutes and over; the year somewhat begins anew. Rather than eagerly wait for fall (because we all know how futile that’ll be, along with it lasting 3 days), I will wait for the 90-degree heat that is promised to assail the atmosphere in the coming weeks and simply hope that it doesn’t kill me. And I won’t complain when summer finally ends some time in October or November.