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God, the days don’t get any better. 70s. Sunny. I spent the day on the deck working, shifting the deck brollie around to keep the sun off the screen. Only things in the sky were ghost images, silvery or white. Gulls. Jets, tiny as ice crystals, flying so high that that their contrails vanished almost immediately. Two white butterflies dancing mad helices around one another until they vanished behind some trees.

The pups have been active, dashing around and barking and playing between short, restorative naps. At some point, they unearthed a tennis ball. King has it now, and is currently lying on his back, ball in his mouth and feet in the air, while Gaby barks at him and tries to grab it away.

Most of the day was quiet, but I can hear a chainsaw down the street. Neighbor is splitting logs with a gas log splitter. Someone mowed their lawn and someone else is building something. Hammers banging.

I don’t want this day to end and it’s already too late. Sun’s down behind the trees and the air has cooled. I should pack up and go inside, but I don’t want to. I never want Mondays to come, but I really wish this next one would get lost along the way.

Busy day, which started with a flurry as I almost overslept and missed King’s vet appointment. His next to last Adequan injection–loading dose phase. After Tuesday’s shot, I just need to take him in once a month or so for maintenance injections. I think I see improvement in the way he moves, and he seems more energetic. Nothing dramatic, but his mobility wasn’t seriously compromised to start with. The goal is to maintain his freedom of movement for years to come.

Brought the reprobates home. Grocery shopped. Did laundry. Cooked up a batch of butternut squash soup for freezer meals. So much for the day.

It’s definitely autumn. Sugar maples are turning their trademark vermilion. Honey locusts are showing a scatter of bright gold amid the green. Oaks are faded. A few leaves have fallen. Halloween decorations are cropping up in neighbor yards, along with scarecrows, pumpkins, and pots of chrysanthemums. Furnace kicked on this morning.

For all that these things signal the end of summer, there’s something invigorating about them. Maybe it’s the bracing morning chill. Maybe it’s the memories of the beginning of the school year. Fresh starts. New classes and empty notebooks and the sworn promise that this time assignments wouldn’t be left until the last minute. Mulligan season. The chance to do it over.