Monday, August 23, 8 a.m: last night I wore socks for the first time in many days, and this morning, I have on a light little jacket. There’s a sharp tone in the air, a warning – it’s coming, the end of summer. But it’s a gorgeous day, and to celebrate, I’m going to go to the 9.30 a.m. yoga class at the Y, find my inner peace for today. On the calendar, I see the most heavenly spectacle for the week ahead: absolutely nothing. A student tonight, a friend on Tuesday, Carol’s class on Wednesday – and otherwise, me at my desk or on the deck, drinking in the view.