H and I went to Galveston yesterday with our now 5-month-old boykin spaniel, Kara. We arrived late in the afternoon and stayed until the beach closed, so it was fairly cool. Kara swam (a little, with prodding), dug in the sand (a lot, without prodding), and had a variety of strangers comment favorably upon her cuteness. The water was about 75, I’d estimate, and after wading out to neck-level, I could see quite a few fish leaping about.
My classes are going well so far. The first large batch of papers and homework is in my hands, and I intend to grade all of them tomorrow on Labor Day and thus render the holiday’s title ironic. Then again, I can’t remember a Labor Day that I didn’t work through in some form.