I’m tired tonight as I type up the day’s 200 words. I didn’t get to sleep until late because of Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential and I was up early due to the lawn mowers making an awful racket before 8 a.m. I woke with murder was on my mind.

I’m also sad because tonight was Maxwell’s farewell dinner. Tomorrow he leaves for college. He was set to go to UMD last fall, but a snafu left him without a dorm room and he spent the year living at home and going to Normandale. Now, he’s flying the coop and I’m gonna miss him. I’ve seen him at least once a week for the past year. He’s a regular at CSA Supperclub and a few times the only guest.

The tiredness is exacerbating the sadness. Maxwell is not the first nibling to go away to college. Jaycie will be starting her junior year in Eugene, OR at the end of September. She’s here for another two weeks so I’m not sad about her leaving yet.

Even though I’ve been whining about August, it’s flying by. I’m bummed about it. I long for September’s slower pace, but I don’t want my people to leave.