Somebody opened the chute on my hourglass yesterday and the day was gone before I could get anything I'd planned done. Just as well; it was too darned hot to get really ambitious. I know it is a portent of things to come, however. Time speeds up and slips away as we head into the holiday season. (Don't kill the messenger.) Not all votes are in, but the majority count indicates that the family will actually have Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving this year, and Christmas will be celebrated the Saturday before Dec. 25. Close enough for horseshoes, hand grenades, and government work, unlike last year when we were weeks off the calendar dates.
I mentioned that the bird population is in flux. Yesterday I saw the first stellar jay, a much flashier relative of the scrub jays that were down in the barn. Blackbirds have arrived in droves to take the place of the doves that summered here.
I don't expect to see Tree Guy in the near future. All the men in his family go elk hunting together every year over in Montana or Wyoming, and it's just another sign that fall is here.
Heat or no heat, I'd better get busy today.