Here in Providence, the weather has gone from summer to autumn in the space of a few days. I wasn't ready for it. As miserable as we were during our two weeks of summer, I was not ready for autumn.
Autumn is always the season of dying, just as winter is the season of death before the rebirth of spring.
Nothing much worth mentioning yesterday.
Late in the day, around five p.m. or so, we drove down to Spooky's parents' place in Saunderstown. It was a beautiful drive once we left the interstate, and it was the first time I'd left the House since Wednesday. We only visited a short while. But the air smelled wonderful, and it was good to be Outside, despite the evening chill. We came away with yellow tomatoes, blueberry preserves her dad made, eggs, and basil. There's a photo of Spooky playing with Spider (whom we are now calling Luciano, for reasons that should be obvious):
Anyway, I will go now and see if I can make something less than wasted from this day.