The trees only recently turned color, and in the last few days more than half the leaves have fallen. That was a short autumn. The clear skies have gone, too. I just went out and saw that the stars I had enjoyed for the last few nights have been obscured by clouds. No rain is expected, though that means nothing, since it was expected a few days ago, and never arrived. So maybe there will be rain, and maybe not. Maybe there will be snow, and maybe not. Maybe there will be a Fortean event, and haddock or pecans will fall from the sky. I just don't know anymore.
At midnight, I will go see if anything is on television tonight. I at least want to get out of Sluggo's icy room and into the comparatively warm living room long enough to let my ears thaw. And I think I'll make some hot cereal. Mmmm, cereal. Mmmm, heat.