Labor Day is supposed to be a day to celebrate the American worker, which I try to do.

 But I must also admit that I am also celebrating the fact that I don’t have to work. It’s the unofficial end of summer, which means one last barbecue, one last excuse to wear white, including a handbag that I love and will put away tomorrow in its dustbag for its winter hibernation

For me, it’s a last attempt to convince myself that summer isn’t over. Of course, after a long weekend of relaxing, eating, and doing absolutely nothing productive, Tuesday is going to be a difficult return to work. 

How do you think tomorrow will go for you?