Labor Day used to always symbolize the end of summer for me when I was a kid. School never started until after the holiday. It was a clear separation from the wild freedom of summer and the stricter routine of the school year. As you get older, that separation of summer vacation and the school year gets increasingly blurred and vague.
In this part of the country, the school year actually starts in early August. I don't think there are many school districts that wait for Labor Day to start their years. There's no cooler weather where we are either. We are still routinely hitting 100 degrees every day. We just returned from some somewhat cooler weather by the ocean, but there's no real relief in sight for a drop in temperatures.
Vacations always mean that when I get back home, there's a pile, or two..or sometimes even three...of dainty delicates that need hand washing. Diane's best friend Linda accompanied us on our getaway. She's fully aware of our lifestyle and isn't shy about taking advantage of the services and duties a sissy wife like me can provide.
That's where the third pile of "dainty delicates" comes from. I'll be hand washing Linda's lingerie today and delivering it to her either tomorrow or Friday.
I hope I am "up" for the task!
Love,
sissy terrie 👄👄