I woke up this morning at 6:15 to feed a little girl and noticed that the days are getting shorter. I fed Hallie in the dark. You would still think it was summer if all you saw was midday, because it’s still close to 90 degrees outside. Yet, the mornings start later and the nights begin sooner.
I am sitting in the den watching the leaves fall in large bunches outside. My coworker Chris, a meterologist, said yesterday that cooler weather should arrive next week. I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.