On September 23? This is insane.
More Christmas decorating in progress.
Today is the first day of fall, for crying out loud. Since when does the autumnal equinox cue the arrival of Santa Claus? Since today, I suppose.
I'm not convinced it's even time to for fall clothing; it's like a sauna outside. But I keep noticing people wearing sweaters — even turtlenecks — plus jackets, scarves, and plenty of jeans and cords tucked into boots. I've seen everything so far except mittens. And there I am, walking down the same streets, roasting in my flip flops and shorts. I found two abandoned wool scarves on the Newbury Street sidewalk the other night as I was taking a stroll.
I guess if some people can pretend it's Christmas in September, I can pretend it's still August.