Then I went outside for a smoke after 4pm.
Jesus.
It's fucking cold already. I knew it was coming! I have been (and continue) trying to keep up with the weather, prepare for the outdoors with my layers of sensibly thick purchases from the thrift store and refuse to skip a meal or a wink of sleep in a feeble attempt to keep sickness at bay. I am likely more prepared this year than ever before, but still it was not enough to shield my body from the shock of Autumn.
You can spin me tales of long walks, seasonal lattes & pumpkin carving, but I would forgo it all just to stay comfortably warm. I am getting older. Soon the only weather I will be able to stand is that of a "real scorcher" as I begin to trace migration patterns; southbound, with the other white-feathered birds. Perhaps I will surprise everyone and land somewhere in Texas. Go Cowboys.
I love driving, and the pending cold weather does its best to destroy the joy ride. That goes at least double for the casual jog or race walk. You can no longer throw something on and go. I think that might be it. I think that the minute I have to plan something to death, the fun gets sucked right out of it. Where are we going? Is there parking close to the building? Is it more up or down hill? Are we staying until dusk? Later? What's the forecast? And then, of course, you have to factor in the usual questions that let you know whether or not to wear heels, a dress, eat before you go, bring a bottle of wine, champagne or infused teas.
AND IF! By the end of this ordeal your spouse/friend/family member you are attending with somehow can stand you long enough to get in the car and get to this event, something inevitably will go wrong. Be it the weather ("Wow, colder than I thought..."), the timing ("...Storm should've passed by now") or the usual stuff (i.e. transportation, uncomfortable outfit/shoes) that is absolutely made immediately so much worse with the added effect of freezing your little ass off.
Halloween should be fun, though.
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