We flew out of New England in the heat of August, and then this school bus pulled in front of me out of nowhere this week. Cool temperatures and this pencil-yellow omen tell me that the start of a school year is approaching. Dissecting the academic schedules of five schools for the four of us requires the skills of a neurosurgeon, which I am not. As much as I love my work, I am always a bit reluctant to say good-bye to the slower days of summer, the abundance of family time, time to write and think (I am NOT implying that I don't think for the rest of the year), and return to my very pleasant and happy hive. Then again, I also hate to turn in my sandals for shoes, but I love boots once they're snuggly on my feet with a pair of Smart Wool socks come winter. "Winter" . . . now that was a word I didn't intend to let slip out of my mouth just yet.
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