Autumn is upon us. The nights are getting longer. It's like summertime for vampires. This is the time of year when the leaves fall and they don't come back until the fall leaves. It's jacket weather, casual people bundling up in flannel and fleece and sweaters and hoodies. I'm not sure what the dressy people wear. I bet it's expensive and uncomfortable. Suckers. My love for this time of year is much storied, though only on this blog. Last time I checked there was still no Wikipedia page about me.
Today I want to tell you the story of Gary the Groundhog and his struggle to get high-speed Internet access for his colony. Gary was a great hero among whistle-pigs, one of the great marmots of our time. He didn't ultimately succeed in getting the Internet access, but just filing the paperwork is pretty remarkable for a lowly woodchuck, if you think about it. But don't think about it. Surely you have better things about which to think.
I really have nothing to say this fine autumn day. The trees are getting bare, the bears are getting sleepy, the nights are getting long, the willows getting weepy. The skies are getting grey, the evenings getting colder, the birds are getting out of town, the kids are getting older. This time of year makes me thing of endings and beginnings, of growing up and growing old and growing closer and growing roots and growing restless and growing corn. Not sure what corn has to do with anything.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well. Are you?
Later. Love.
