Nine minutes until tomorrow.
It’s August now. It’s been forever since June. July always feels like the longest month, but then, so does January. July is summer at its hottest and January is winter at its coldest. No wonder they both feel so long.
Seven minutes. Apparently I am a slow typist.
August sets things rolling. People start trickling back into town in preparation for the new school year in August. Meetings start happening. Lots of meetings.
Six minutes. That’s even after stopping ten times to fix typos.
I like August. It’s a hopeful month. There are back to school sales and late summer fruit and final vacations. It brings us that much closer to September with its autumn breezes.
Four minutes. Should be long enough to brush my teeth and go to bed.