The story is the same every year: Hot in September. Hot in October. Eighty degrees on Halloween.
Then mid-sixties the first week of November. A battle between me and my mother as to who turns on the heat first. She claims to make it until November 11 some years.
I rarel make it past Election Day.
Happy boot weather, Bay Area! Bring out your cords! Bring out your cords!
dude! they took my blanket! please let me cuddle in right here.
NaptimeWriting 
Cords: the best part of fall! :)
Corduroy and soup are in a tie for first place. No?
Yeah, I have frickin leaves to rake. Love the leaves when they are ON the trees. Pretty is over now. Pain in the ass is here.
😂