Please don't stop me now

--This is day 7 in "The 7 Last Days of Summer-- (Yes. This might be the last you hear from me in a long time)

Summer is over.

I was feeling sorry for myself today. My last two weeks have been insanely busy. I haven't had a day to call my own in a long time. And suddenly here it was, the last day of Summer.

I worked today--both jobs and my least favorite schedule. The specific times and details aren't important. What's important is how non-summer-relaxing this schedule is.

But then, I went and celebrated with the Summer of the Four. And suddenly it was okay.

We ate food--good food. We talked--nothing spectacular. We sang along--not the prettiest sound. We came up with the perfect adjective to describe an event--harder than it sounds. We enjoyed each other, the restaurant atmosphere, the beautiful weather, the enjoyable summer, the hope of things to come, and our theme song.

It was a good summer.

And yeah, that's my parting comment.