The summer grabs for the last of the heat, a final blaze before the rains, but in the garden by the side of the house, the frantically dug holes barely covered with a dash of soil hide the squirrels’ secrets for they are not fooled at all. It was a busy day as things ramp up at work and I sit on the eve of a watershed moment, the last vacation before I need to face many challenges and truths I’d rather delay.