This Labor Day weekend is going to be a special event for my wife and me.

Our wedding anniversary arrives on Sunday. It’s No. 45 for us. We’re having the time of our lives.

The holiday occurs on Monday.

It’s the unofficial “End of Summer.” Children are back in school. Life returns to some semblance of normal for millions of us.

And then …

We get to watch two individuals battle for the presidency of the United States of America. It won’t be pretty.

Let me revise that statement: This presidential campaign is going to be butt-ugly!

I’ve been watching this campaign intently for longer than I care to admit. I shall admit right along with many others that Donald J. Trump’s nomination as the Republican Party’s candidate for president is arguably the most astonishing political event I’ve ever witnessed in my 66 years on the Good Earth.

I did not think it would happen. It did.

As for the Democratic nominee, Hillary Rodham Clinton, I once considered her to be destined to win the presidency in a way not seen since, oh, Dwight Eisenhower was destined to win in 1952.

That hasn’t happened, either. She’s still the favorite. She might become the prohibitive favorite by the time Election Day rolls around.

The two major-party candidates, though, are going to slug it out.

Some pundits are comparing the Clinton’s current strategy to Muhammad Ali’s tactic of leaning on the ropes and letting heavyweight boxing champion George Foreman punch himself out. By the eighth round of their fight in Zaire, Foreman was spent and Ali flattened him for a knockout.

The campaign will get uglier than it is at the moment — if that’s at all possible. They’re calling each other racists and bigots. Trump says Clinton lacks the “stamina” to do the job; Clinton says Trump’s temperament and lack of judgment make him “unfit” to run the greatest nation on Earth.

There’s plenty more of that in store for us.

Will the candidates tell us what they intend to do for us? Will they lay out some detail to explain how they’re going to work with Congress to govern effectively?

I expect neither of those things to happen.

Therefore, I intend to enjoy the dickens out of this Labor Day weekend.

The home stretch of this presidential election will be anything but a joy ride.