Somebody I like today even more than usual noticed that I thought August ended on Saturday, and pointed out that in fact there are 31 days in that particular month. So I got 24 extra hours to finish and submit the first of my two insanity entries to Labour Day Weekend literary competitions.
Entry #2 must be in the mail tomorrow, but I'm thinking I might finish and print it and seal its envelope, like, NOW. So I can enjoy ten minutes of summer before it's gone. I mean, if I couldn't do the 3-day novel contest I wanted to be finishing up right about now, I gotta have some consolation, right?