When you're unemployed, weekends aren't as special as they used to be. When you work, you almost live for the weekend. When you're not working, it's close to being like any other day. The fact that it's a 3-day weekend doesn't necessarily change it. It's special for Carol - she's looking forward to relaxing without having to go to a baseball game. Normally, we'd relax at my sister's house in Michigan, but she has a little thing that she's ben doing the last couple of years. She takes a trip for her birthday. I'm not sure why she always does that, but she does. Last year was a driving trip out west. This year, it's fly to San Francisco and do Pacific Coast Highway to L.A.

The problem with it this year is the dogs (Chelsea & Gracie) are at our Mom's. We could go to house anyway, but then it would be the three of us and the 2 dogs in the car for the drive, and it's not something that I think I could tolerate if there's heavy traffic. So, nothing special planned for the weekend.

There's the emotional side of the weekend, though. Labor Day weekend signals the "end of Summer", and that's pretty hard to handle. Where did the year gop? What do you mean summer is over - I didn't do anything! Crap.