If I ever see her face again, I'm going to have to swim across the sea
Rabbit, rabbit! I did not sleep as much as I hoped, but I am inaugurating September (and Labor Day) by going to the sea. I have just turned an eleven-year-old pair of perished-at-the-knee jeans into my first denim cutoffs in quite possibly decades. It is still summer and I miss the water. If anybody wants me, I'll be on Cape Cod.