The air is crisp and clear this morning, all humidity wiped away by the passage overnight of tropical storm Hanna. And while the arrival of fresh fall breezes brings a quickness to the step and a desire to throw footballs, The Famous Author and I are a little sad this morning. Summer is over. Another few days or weeks, I'll have to wear shoes.
Oh, no! Nine months until I can go to the beach again? Nine months until I can go for a boat ride?