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September has decided to behave like a grown up autumn. Mist is all around the house, the green is definitely rusting, and I feel the pull of ornamental gourds.

Some stuff needs attention today, and the more I get done this morning, the sooner I can crash out with a book.

So: morning = necessary, afternoon = nothing, evening = return of R.

I love Summer the most. But I'm ready for this season.