Fall.

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It is hitting hard.  Still August and it was 74° at 18:30?  Crazy.  Oh, it's sunny.  Just very cool.  It is 72°, as a high, in the main, 75° up front.  When I woke from my second or third nap for the day, it was 72° at ~16:30, upstairs, with only the fan going.  I left everything else off, hoping heat would wake me.  Even with four blankets, I was freezing without careful bundling.

The ducks seem content.  The lawn is looking good.  I have been working, slowly, through the house, looking for the keys.  A shower shortly, and shave.  More digging through the place, and finishing laundry while starting a small batch of dishes and taking a load of trash from the sorting process out.  Bits and pieces.

I called my mother.  Their weather is unseasonably cool as well.  October like temperatures, in the mid 70's too.  And it is knocking her down a bit as well.  She tried to suggest grobal warbling, and I corrected.  If she wishes to believe propaganda, that is her choice.  I refuse to even tolerate.  She didn't fight, but she will keep her propaganda.  If she has received enough feedback to know what it is at this point.  She can save it for the lying dems in her life, for their cabal gatherings.

Still, it was good to speak.  And to know we aren't alone in our rough sleepiness.  After calling before,while she was napping and couldn't wake, I figured.  She didn't even remember I had called.  I understand that.  She was grilling sirloins tonight.  I hope they were as good as they sounded.

If I can stay awake, I will get to a few things.  I won't be opening the place up tonight, though I will keep two fans going.  I may start opening the place in the day!  So very strange.  It... isn't over.  I am not through.  Fire in the snow.  Be careful out there, lasses and lads.  Later.