I am a summer person. I like hot weather and sunshine and lazy days and BBQs and time spent with Murphy and long dinners on patios. So when that little hint of brisk air starts to become the norm in the morning, I get a bit sad. When Labor Day weekend ends, I start to dread having to wear closed-toe shoes rather than my comfy flip-flops. Basically, fall is my Sunday. And yes, that totally makes sense. Sunday is an enjoyable lazy day, but at the back of your mind, you know it also means Monday is awfully darned close. And Monday is rarely any fun. Nor is Tuesday (except for when you get to play in your kickball league on Tuesdays, but that is beside the point). So when the leaves start to turn and all I can think about is college football, while I enjoy myself, I know winter, and then more winter (it is, after all, Chicago) is just around the bend. Bummer - though there is always ski season . . .
P.S. I didn't think it necessary to write a comment policy, but it appears some nasty lurker will make it pertinent. If you insult me or others I mention (especially in a misogynistic or homophobic or racist manner), then your comment will not be posted, period. I am all for healthy discussion, but I will not be a conduit for asshattery. Got it? Great.
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