My last name is August and even I dread this month

Hi, Reader!Since my last name is August, you'd think I'd have some kind of special relationship with this month. A fondness. A kinship. A vibe. Nope. For years, August felt like one long Sunday afternoon. That creeping, low-grade dread of borrowed time running out. My husband and I were both teachers, so the end of summer wasn't just a vibe shift, it was a hard stop. The clock was ticking and we knew it. Now I run my own business, I set my own schedule, and I still feel it. Every. Single....