September

September arrived this morning — it’s 54 degrees, but you can feel the heat leaving the earth. The annoying birds that don’t let me sleep seem particularly agitated this morning. I’ll need to wear a jacket to bike to work. (But will still have sweated it up enough to need a shower when I get there. Bike commuting is endlessly complicated.) Then it’ll pop up into the 80s later on — those thirty-degree swings of the shoulder months.

Tomorrow is the first day of school. We’re desperate for it to arrive.