It is hard to believe we woke to more rain. The day never warmed above 55-degrees, and I would never say it out loud, but the air whispered “fall”. The precipitation has been constant his summer, and I’ve never lived such an emerald August in Colorado.

Today was the Evergreen Town Race. I try to be community-minded, but when the music and microphoned encouragements begin below us at 7AM, it’s hard not to be a curmudgeon. Up early, but trapped at the house until 10:30AM until the last racer has jogged by. We drank coffee in the sunroom and used a new Lord Huron album to drown-out the noise.

Trevor worked on our composting station all day, and I finished up housework inside. Back-to-school preparation launches me into nesting mode.

At 2:00, I showered, only to step out into a puddle of water across the basement. We called out emergency plumbing services, which is not an uncommon occurrence thanks to our ancient main lines; but thankfully they cleared up the issue and recommended an easier than expected fix.

We were late for my last birthday dinner, with my family at my mom and dad’s. The drive to Golden was crowded and chilly, a clash of the seasons: summer tourist traffic and the weather’s decline into autumn. We had nightshade-free Mexican food, margaritas, and homemade Tres Leches cake. The gifts were perfect, including a book, earrings, and my new favorite Pemberly sweatshirt.