And so another summer draws to a close, nearly, and the “Back To School” sales begin, the acorns accumulate, the nights get chilly, and the faces return to the glum, anticipatory state of those in a part of the world where seasons are met as if they are religious events.
It’s dull, in other words, flat out dull, with reason taking a back seat to concerns that are frankly groundless.
I’ll admit guilt: The details of a dinner or a breakfast or a slice mid-day attract more of my attention than is reasonable. I mean: Why aren’t I out digging a ditch? Or bussing a table? Usefulness seems to be a low priority.
Meanwhile: Soon it’ll be apples, masks, turkeys, and Christmas, and most everyone will be shivering and griping about the cold.
Just the way I like it.