It’s the butt end of the week. And the month. And the summer. More because I like the sound of “butt end” than because there’s anything to complain about in the day or season. Though it is getting dark earlier each evening. And the August fog has arrived thick and cold. And the daylight doesn’t break as soon in the morning. So yes, we’re at the spent end of summer, just before Labor Day, and there’s nothing to do but enjoy the warm, dry hours we have left as we move toward equinox and solstice and dark.