I remember it, the day the weather changed. It was the day after Labor Day, and I felt compelled to wear socks for the first time in months. I'm a little hazier on First Jacket Day, but it was pretty darn close to the first day of Fall. Two days ago I used my seat heater for the first time. And today I almost didn't get up, the dreary gray rainy morning failing to give me any light cues whatsoever.
Local road crews are working feverishly in these last remaining days of the season known around here as Winter-Is-Coming. It was almost impossible to get around this past weekend, with two of the three major east-west routes closed at the same time, and the third still in the middle of a multi-year construction project. Sheesh.
As bleak as the outlook for the coming days, though, I can say one thing with confidence. No matter the weather, there will be one warm nose in this house.