Today was dank and grey and raining and I made Kevin close all the windows and actually turn on the heat because I was freezing. Look, I love rain, but I am not okay with essentially going straight from summer-hot-and-humid to the most wretched part of fall.

I demand a string of perfect autumn days, weeks upon weeks of them, with sunshine and a crisp breeze merrily blowing brightly-colored leaves down the sidewalk, a cozy fire in the backyard fire pit for roasting marshmallows and sipping spiced hot chocolate by, and possibly even a game of touch football in the park, while I’m waiting for someone else to finish making the turkey and stuffing.

I didn’t move here from California to be deprived of my seasonal delights. Got it? Good.

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