Yes, when all else fails, it’s time for cats. Fortunately, the internet is filled with them.

The pleasant fall weather is looking to pause for a few days beginning tomorrow. Pausing is still better than six months of The Rains, though.
Yes, when all else fails, it’s time for cats. Fortunately, the internet is filled with them.
The pleasant fall weather is looking to pause for a few days beginning tomorrow. Pausing is still better than six months of The Rains, though.
In this case, the question is: How many days until spring?
This also means we have about one more month when snow is possible, after which it becomes exceedingly unlikely through mid and late March and all but impossible by April.
Though we have had snow in April.
Also, it’s only 34 days–just over a month–until accursed Pacific Standard Time gives way to better Pacific Daylight Time. This is all to say that I’ve had my fill of winter, and bring on the warmer weather and longer days.
That is all.
I’m just saying.
Here’s a cat enjoying the sun:
I’m just saying.
Meanwhile, here’s a cat on a beach.
While 2020 has been a benighted hellscape, the seasons have pretty much come and gone as they normally would.
Here is my indisputable ranking of seasons from best to worst. INDISPUTABLE.
After writing this post, I thought to myself, I’m pretty sure I’ve ranked the seasons before–and I have! Here’s the post, in which I pretty much say the same things, often down to the exact same phrasing: Seasons in the sun (and rain and wind and occasionally snow). Like the seasons, my posts keep coming back every year (or five).
Weird in that today is the first time in a long while that we have had fairly steady rain during the day.
School kids were probably fuming. This is the first weekend since classes started.
Other signs of impending fall:
I’m not complaining about the change in weather, mind you, as we need the rain and despite a slow start in July, the summer has been pretty dry overall. Still, I always lament this season’s passing. The world just feels so alive and vibrant in the summer.
I will now count the days until next summer. Actually, thanks to a Google search, I now know it’s 265 days. I’m undecided on whether this precise level of knowledge is a good or bad thing.