It's September, should it be cooler...

Hmmmm. It's September. Children are back at school. We're starting the fall season (although the stores are already jumping into Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas all at once--a little jarring and bizarre with orange and black, brown, yellow and orange, and red, green all side by side) and yet Mr. Sun hasn't received the memo stating that the temps should be cooler and there should be a brisk breeze and the leaves should be preparing to turn lovely autumn colors. Instead, it's still in the high 90s and low 100s, the breeze is hot and makes you thirsty, and the leaves are turning brown, shriveling up, falling to the ground and crunching underfoot. I guess the Ice Age has cometh and is goeth-ing.

One of my kids is starting school, again, but at a much higher level (not requiring a pencil case with a protractor or compass) known as graduate school (requiring much more money per semester than an entire city of children could spend on their pencil cases, etc.). The youngest one is out of school for a few months and will be doing an internship in advertising--maybe he can influence the powers-that-be to stop rushing the holiday seasons, and the oldest one is back at work until the next national holiday, after enjoying a couple of weeks at the beach in Hilton Head, SC. I, on the other hand, will not be going to school, nor enjoying a fun internship, nor did I take a vacation this year, so I guess I'll be wearing the dunce's cap and sweating in the heat until I can figure out how to better live my so-called life...