
These Days of Whine & Roses . . .
I don't know about you, but I'm happy to have August (or, as I sometimes refer to it: Blah-Gust) in the rearview mirror. Now, don't get me wrong. I believe each day is a gift from God (that's why it's called "the present" —ha! I stole this from a sign I saw in front of a church years ago), but for me, August just seems to drag on . . . and on . . . and well, you get it! Having lived most of my life in Texas, I can tell you that August is the most miserable month of the year.