It's snowing south of here. Once you get down past about 75 miles south of here, snow. I am not ready for snow. I am barely ready for the leave falling, for not mowing. I thought by 46 I would be ready for things. I thought a lot of things, now that I think of it.

• I was so proud of myself assuming it was a hoax from the first moment I heard of it. I did. I really did.
• Did you know that there was a rumble going on between a microbrewer and one of those jittery soda pop drink companies? Govern yourselves accordingly.
• Don't really honest think they are just a bunch of warm and cuddly do-gooders at heart? Surely not feudalism.
• Lifetime killer totally trump card glory days story to be employed over drinks at the bar or at job interviews. Lucky kid.
• "Not "our" secrets. No, that's not what we meant at all. You clearly misunderstood."

Me? I have to run. Short week shortened by a cold. What to do with two days off? Go for brisk walks at dawn followed by fruit filled crepes? Maybe work on the shed to standardize all the tool hooks.