The dog days of summer have set in, and it's a thirsty dog at that.
We've had about 3/4 inch of rain in the past month. We've watched fronts split in all directions and or simply fizzle before reaching us, and I am psychically parched. A rainy day is cleansing and restorative, and no amount of sweet tea will substitute.
Children are already back to school and I can't put my mind around that. Students of my generation went back after Labor Day, when the light began to change and fall promised.
I feel low. Maybe some shopping is in order?