In a photo dump expressing my overwhelming happiness that summer is finally dead and in HELL where it belongs:
This is my time of year. Crisp, cool air all through the day. Daylight savings time cuts back the Sun's hours so the nights last longer the way God intended. Insects are either already dead or slowly starting to die slowly. What more could an introverted insomniac with a closet full of Bill Cosby style sweaters and skull caps of every color and variation ask for? I'm so happy that I would make my cousin film me doing cartwheels outside if I wasn't so afraid that I'd lose my balance and crack my head open on the sidewalk. Something I would never be concerned about as a younger man. It sucks getting old-er.
Okay, that's all I got. Now I'm off to find someplace to fax my big ass high school diploma to my new job so that I can actually begin working on said new job. Be easy 
