I want to sit on a beach. Right now. I want to feel the early September breeze off the ocean in my face and watch the stars crawl off the edge of the world and dazzle in the night sky. I want to see the eastern sun rise and have nothing to do all day.

My wife says I like to dream. I think she’s right. I can’t stop myself. I can’t help but think about such things. I hear the right song or feel the wind blow just right or catch a smell and I’m there. I guess that’s  a good thing. Mostly because I’m not sitting on the beach on the Carolina coast right now. I’m not adrift on my dream sailboat listening to the waves wash against the sides or to the marsh grass wisp in the breeze.

I could be million places right now. But I’m not. I ‘m sitting and writing about it. I don’t know why. I have no profound thoughts for you tonight. I have no incredibly sweet or touching news from our lives this week.

Monkey had a so, so week. He started off with several bad days and has slowly improved. He had a pretty awesome afternoon today. We’ve just been getting through. That’s usually what this time of year feels like; with the fall season, like a hot pie out of oven, just out of reach. I can smell it and know that it will be so delicious.

At least football started this weekend. That was nice. Nothing like being able to sit in front of the TV for hours, coming and going from various tasks and always having a game to watch. ESPN even had a game that started at 8:30 AM yesterday morning. Incredible.

Tomorrow being Labor Day, I think that’s what is on the agenda, labor. I believe we are painting our bedroom. Some variety of yellow.

I’m sorry that this is neither riveting or very exciting. I just keep thinking about my beach, a cold drink, some early evening sunlight and a chair.