Tomorrow is the last day of summer vacation. For some reason I always feel a little sad even though I prefer fall and winter to summer. We had a good summer: went to a baseball game, went to the Corn Roast at our old parish, launched the rocket. The only thing I regret is not taking the boys up to the playground more.
I hate the way time seems to just zip by, I feel a panicky sort of feeling, and out of control feeling, that time is being wasted or not used to it's adavatage and that I'll have regrets and then regret the regrets. It's a vicious cycle.