Unfair Weather:

It's just too nice--day after day of dulcet glory. And me with my nose pressed against the window like a kid outside a candy shop. The hammock still hangs out back, but only yellow windfall apples and red and gold maple leaves get to lie in it. I am (franticly) otherwise engaged--with pre-snowfall promise-keeping, with fall fundraiser prep, with the newest and nowest online whatever, and all the other busy-ness that serves to divert one from living in the moment. I met the wife of a recently retired coworker the other day at the Co-op. "Bet he's loving this turn of weather," I ventured. "No, he's too worried about getting through the winter," she said, "he's been worrying about it since May." Glad it's not just me.