Okay, so maybe I'm the only one that will think this little story is cute, but I want to share it anyway:
Yesterday I went for a roller blade. On my way out the door, I saw a girl running in a pink shirt. Cute! And I'm wearing a pink tank top! As I rolled down the pavement toward the beginning of U.S. Highway 41, I noticed another runner -- wearing a pink shirt! Cool! Everyone out on the road is wearing pink!
My roller blade was quite wonderful. I spun back down the hill in front of the General Store and my trail runner friend popped out of the trail head wearing -- you guessed it -- pink tank top! Oh, the glory of pink. It has power in numbers.
And just so you don't think I'm the only person affected by summer up here, let me tell you of another realization. Yesterday I started collecting door prizes for the Fat Tire Festival. As I went around talking to various business owners, I got the same daze-eyed look from many of them with the arm flail and comment, "It's August."
I know! So it's not just me who gets thrown into a hardly-a-moment-for-myself-I-can't-believe-all-the-people-around-I-can't-wait-for-October tizzy. Why? Because it's August. That's all I can really say. But hey, at least we're busy!