Okay, I admit it. I never actually knew what Labor Day was all about until I decided to take a look on Wikipedia. As a kid growing up, I didn't care. Labor Day meant the last Monday before dreaded school started, and oh yeah--the Jerry Lewis Telethon. (And how come he's raised all that money and they still don't have a cure, eh?)
After I started working, Labor Day meant a three-day weekend. It also meant the end of cottage season. My brothers would yank their boats out of the water, haul in the water line, and you were done with summer. (Thanks to electric heat and municipal water, cottage season can now be extended by two months on both ends of the summer.)
Today Labor Day means . . . labor. I'm gearing up for promotion for my next book (Bookplate Special, and it's already available for pre-ordering (although why they call it PRE-ordering when you can just ORDER it is beyond me). I've been writing press releases (okay, just one--but I've been working and reworking it), signing bookmarks, working on my mailing lists, and getting my print orders, well, ordered). Hopefully there'll be some time for a cookout or at least some kind of easy-to-assemble dinner, because I'm planning to work at this ALL DAY.
And how are you celebrating Labor Day?