It is September.
Mid-September.
Possibly, late September.
Time for the fall plan.
Time to take the body boards and beach chairs out of the trunk.
Time to take a look around and decide my next step.
No more time to mourn the end of summer.
I must try to remember how much I love fresh apples and pumpkin beer and how good I look in tweed.
Must make some new goals and learn some new stuff.
Must get down to brass tacks, because it is after all, September.
