Autumn’s tease continues. I’ll take it. Especially after receiving July’s electric bill. Shit!

It doesn’t bother me at all that I’m relaxing with the windows open all night.

Yet, today at the coffee shop, one of the old-timers who’s a regular mentioned that the geese were already heading south. For winter.

Animals. They know about these things. Better than we do. We’re too distracted with things that don’t matter.

Like finishing that forty-third book. But I digress.

He’s predicting snow by Thanksgiving.

This makes me happy. Bring it. And don’t be wrong.

What i'm listening to:

Early Winter
Gwen Stefani
The Sweet Escape