I confess. I am guilty as charged.
I am maudlin about the end of summer. Today is the last bit of it; tomorrow is autumn. And here in Seattle, we have been running the heat on the boat at night for a while, but I've been hiding it from myself (I hide my own Easter eggs too). The calendar is definitely correct - we are at the thin, nostalgic end of summer.
It has been a good one, and we have definitely gotten a lot accomplished. And we ended it this last weekend with the visit of our friends from s/v Ghost to our Camano cabin.
I have 3 major projects under way, all of which foolishly presumed an endless summer: replacing the windows on Eolian, rebuilding Jane's '65 Mustang, and starting on the restoration of the 1959 Impala.
Where has the time gone?
I wore the white Hawaiian shirt to work yesterday as a celebration of the last full day of summer, and the black one today as a memorial.
(posted exactly at the autumnal equinox - the end of summer)