I was going to post about the beginning of
Autumn. I was going to relay how, every year, just before my birthday, we get a cool spell where the overnight temperatures drop into the low-to-mid 60s and how that feels so heavenly, y’know, in relative
terms, because the summers here suck so hard
. I was going to write about how great it is that the best time of the year coincides with football season and how we need to clean off our porch so we can have cookouts and get the bikes ready so we can take our daughter on rides. I was going to write about all of those things . . . and then someone else
had the same idea.
We must be made for one another.