How odd to wake up on a Saturday not wracked stiff with pain from Friday night soccer. I took a pass on it as I got about 3 hours sleep the night before what with drippy nosed kids and a 4:00 am false fire alarm. Amazing what a lack of exercise can do for you. Big day planned. Another Sox win, a pending Ryder sweep, a bowling party with kids, soccer to watch, a daring variation on ribs marinading since 6 pm last night.

It is still summer, too. Temperatures in the 70s and no leaves turning. September is usually sweet for the recollections, or lack thereof, of the first weeks of undergrad. In this little niche of the great white north, above the Adirondacks, below Algonquin, warmed by the Lake, I am now adding that it is sweet because it is simply still summer.