With the temperatures soaring near 100 degrees, I am doing what any reasonable fall-loving person would do: I am creating a Fall Countdown. Don’t judge me. Some people meditate. Some people drink iced tea. I count the days until pumpkins, sweaters, soup, and the blessed return of weather that does not feel like the inside of an oven. We old folks do not enjoy melting, glowing, or “getting a little sun.” We prefer crisp mornings, cozy blankets, and the right to complain dramatically until autumn arrives.
