I thought this fall was going to be good, then it looked like it wouldn’t be, and I quit trying to be brave and spent a week taking Xanax and driving around with the top off the car and looking at the blue, blue sky and not looking at those damn leaves. And that seems to have done it; that, and the fact that we’re still running early-mid September weather, and a pile of stuff that might have happened didn’t.

And then Daughter signed my birthday card; “We are Groot.”

Take that, stupid world.