September is ending with another mild day. More mild days lie ahead. Autumn is taking its time this year. Just as well, I suppose. My brain remains too slothful to deal with any serious changes anyway. Routine tasks are about all I can handle. The urge to vegetate is strong. I'm hoping to be a pumpkin (so suitable to the season), but whatever I turn out to be, I'm hoping not to be tainted spinach.
Oh, look at that crap! No wonder hardly anybody comments here!