Once there, I'm fine. It's the transition I don't like. Now that I'm home, I suffer the same resistance in reverse. I know - there's no pleasing me. I think Fred has said that a time or two. But today, I'm melancholy about the summer being over - MY summer being over. It started when I downloaded a summer's worth of photos to the computer.
Take a look. From hair cuts to Root Beer floats to friends and knitting, it was a great summer.