Last year, my chiropractor pointed out to me that there are only about 10 weeks of reliable summer weather up here — 12 if we’re lucky. I’m always amazed at the prompt death of summer after Labor Day. There’s no dallying around with the season in Minnesota. We are on to the fall, ja! Oktoberfest! Polka polka polka! Which is part of why I love it here. Fall is my favorite season, closely followed by winter.

Still, I would like the remaining three weeks to behave as expected, please. It is our due. But yesterday, the high was 57. I wore a tank under a thick, hooded t-shirt to breakfast with C. She wore a t-shirt. After we finished, we went straight back to my house to put on sweatshirts and fleeces. We was cold. And today is more of the same. Last night I had to ditch the summer blanket and put the comforter back on the bed. I imagine it’ll be nice to have it again tonight.

Perhaps it will be fall sooner rather than later this year.