As we prepare to leave the house this morning, it is 37 degrees. Last week, we were expecting a high of 94 degrees. The clever folks on the radio today say things like "It's beginning to feel like fall out there". Wow. Insightful. In so many ways.
You know it's much more than a feeling when these three things break out all at once: closed- toe shoes, long jeans, and hand-knit wool socks. Hmmmm ... do you think the Monkeys will mind being swallowed up by the Bare Traps?
I gotta go grab a sweater. Or two.