Apparently, the dog star can be seen during the hottest days of summer - thus, the expression. Who knew? I always thought the dog days of summer were about August waning into September and the promise of cooler weather.
My children return to school next Tuesay. Part of me is doing a discreet happy dance. Part of me is wondering why anyone goes back to school before Labor Day. I never did. Not once. Ergo, that is the way things should be done.
I have BIG plans for my writing life as soon as we are back on a schedule.
My best intentions melted like a popsicle in July's heat. By the time August rolled around they were a puddle on the pavement.
My to do list is long and August hasn't helped me at all. Keeping my fingers crossed that those waning days will be my friend.