Grateful for the Labor Day weekend. Like reading the last few pages of a book you liked.

Reading a book I like. Amazing how the pages can take you away.Reading late at night.

Text from a friend who is sick. He wants no sad songs sung. What music would you want at your wake? Having a friend close enough to talk about it.

No cookout but made chili instead.Two batches Mama mild and Hubby habanero Grateful for Beano and Pepto.

Labor Day renamed Drudgery Day as we cleaned corners and cobwebs. Upended a bucket of water and it wasn’t fun anymore.Grateful for the dent in the dust.

Summer’s end is bittersweet and exhilarating.(Pumpkin spice)