A Labour-Free Labour Day? Yes, Please!

Hello and Happy Labour Day to all my lovely North American readers!

Now, isn’t it just a little bit ironic that a holiday with the word labour baked right into the name is universally observed by doing absolutely none of it? Zero. Zilch. Unless, of course, you count the rigorous work of flipping burgers, casting fishing lines, and chasing wasps away from the potato salad. Then yes—we are a nation of highly skilled, recreational labourers. Olympic-level loungers, really.

This year, I’m wholeheartedly leaning into the contradiction. After an exceptionally busy summer filled with writing deadlines, creative misadventures, and one unfortunate incident involving a Papillon, a pie, and a squirrel (don’t ask—Pixie is still refusing to discuss it), I’m embracing the art of not doing much at all.

My Labour Day weekend plans include:

Reclining in my favourite chair like a dramatic Victorian heroine recovering from a fainting spell.
Watching the endless activity in the harbour just outside my window. Boats bobbing, seagulls squawking, people paddling while trying not to tip over—it's better than reality TV.
Reading a stack of mysteries and pretending it counts as research. (It totally does.)
And yes, noodling away at my latest cozy mystery set in Rosewood Hollow—where the biggest drama is usually between the living and the dearly departed, and my magical Papillon sidekick Pixie always knows more than she’s letting on.

This is the kind of “labour” I can get behind. Plotting crimes. Solving puzzles. Drinking tea while pretending I’m brainstorming, when really, I’m just watching clouds go by.

So wherever you are, I hope your long weekend is everything you need it to be—relaxing, laughter-filled, safe, and stocked with snacks. If you do find yourself with a quiet hour and a comfy spot to curl up, consider hopping into one of the Magical Papillon Mysteries. Pixie and I would love to welcome you to Rosewood Hollow, where the mysteries are magical, the ghosts are chatty, and the tea is always hot.

Enjoy your Labour-Free Labour Day!
(And remember: calories consumed on a long weekend do not count. That’s science.)

With warmth, whimsy, and only a small bit of productivity,
Sabine

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