Where has the time gone? Where has the summer gone? I don’t know about anyone else, but here on the west coast in what most people call the “Pacific Northwest” we’ve had one of the rottenest summers in memory. I am a writer, therefore, for the sake of argument, I am allowed to use words that don’t exist in order to convey the most accurate meaning, and if “rottenest” isn’t a real word, then by definition, it should be.

But alas, here it is the Labour/Labor Day Weekend (spelled both ways out of courtesy for both Canadian and American readers) which means this is the last weekend the outdoor pool will be open (boo), and tomorrow the kids go back to school (yay), the days are getting shorter (boo) and we’ll soon no longer need to spend loads of money to keep the air conditioning running (yay) (or is that a boo?)

It’s time to get back into the routine, and I’m not going to say yay or boo to that, because most of the time, the routine of life is good. It’s a routine because it works and it’s comfortable. Unless it’s Deadline Time on the next book.

Till next time.