Fry-up!

At what point do I stop feeling that pit in my stomach, that gnawing sense of dread, when summer ends? Is it me, or was last week officially the longest four-day week in history? Okay, maybe that's overstating things, but still: I was hurting, in a real back-to-school way, and I'm a grown-ass man. Back behind my desk, staring at the screen. School lunc…