I can't believe that Tuesday is the last day of August. Seems like yesterday that it was May. Summers around here fly by. Maybe that's because we have six months of winter and only three to four solid months of warm weather. The rest is just cool-ish.
Several hunting seasons begin tomorrow, which means that Matt's busy season has started. It is not out of the ordinary for him to work five ten-hour days a week and two sixteen-hour days in addition while hunting is at its peak, usually in mid-October. I don't see him around the house all that much, but it's something I've grown used to. When he and I first moved in together, I had a terrible time adjusting to his schedule. I'd come home from work and be ready to eat dinner, but wouldn't want to eat until we could eat together. After a week or two of eating at ten o'clock (and often by myself anyway), I thought I'd lose my marbles.
Other game warden wives would tell me that I'd get used to it and that he'd just be damned lucky to have a plateful of food waiting in the fridge when he got home. And I think I have, at least far more used to it than in the first few years. Good thing I didn't marry an attorney or someone starting up an internet business, huh?
Anyway, fall is nearly upon us. Tomorrow and the next day are supposed to be nice, then it will get crappy again. And guess what I heard on the radio today? *drumroll* It's supposed to snow next weekend. Yep, Labor Day weekend and snow. Yeesh...