Nothing much to write about today as the slow slide into Labor Day weekend starts. The twins are still sore from the car crash last Friday, the days are filled with phone calls to and from insurance adjusters, doctors, and various third parties, and the big monsoon rain event we were supposed to get late Monday into Tuesday turned out to be a dud here in the Valley of the Sun. My sister-in-law’s ceiling started leaking again after a big rain last week, so this coming weekend could be spent helping her move her into a new apartment in the same complex while the temperatures are back over 100. The pool temperature is hanging right around 90, so we’ve still got a few precious weeks left before the nights start cooling the water down more than the lower sun angle can warm it back up during the day.

I was thinking about all this while having an early coffee on the back patio when all of a sudden the thought popped into my head of just how nice it would be to be looking at the ocean from a deserted beach. A soft onshore breeze kissing the skin, just a few gurgles of water sounds permeating the morning air.

And then it was time to get back to work.