September arrives with genuinely autumnal weather. I don't think we hit 70 yesterday, and clouds and a cool wind, with occasional spitting rain, made yesterday a day for jeans and long sleeves as we worked on the porch. I wouldn't mind if this trend continues.
Last night was the first night since May that I've slept in pajamas. A sure sign of changing seasons.
This afternoon, Kristine and I are making our annual visit to the Michigan Renaissance Fair, where we'll be entertained by people in pajamas, or what could pass for them.
Endnote: I've had my trap out for two days and the woodchuck remains free. It appears I have a worthy adversary at last.
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