I know it can be “Better in September,” but it takes me several weeks after Labor Day to adjust to this wave of thinking. As with every other year, I’ve been in a funk since the end of August. Summer is my favorite season, so Labor Day is naturally my least favorite holiday. There’s something very melancholy about unpinning your 2018 beach badge and dropping it into your badge collection jar. It feels so final, like the summer has succumbed to a terminal illness.

Here are just a few reasons I know I have a summer problem: