Monday and Today are the last gasps of summer. I can tell. It's sad, except for the fact that I won't be here for the cruelest winter has to offer. The leaves are turning and/or falling. The nights come early, and in the mornings, the air is crisp. I took out the garbage & compost this morning in my sandals, and my feet got numb from the dew (on the long grass I have to cut tomorrow).
It is always summer in my heart though.
And then there's this... Seriously McCain, you picked her? Tina Fey's impression in a side by side comparison against the real (confusing) thing.