It is cool, but it will be warm this weekend. Summer is giving a seasonable and reasonable transition into autumn.

Many years, if not every year, it seems as though there is warmup in November that comes before a heavy hard rain.  It is in this hard rain that the yellow, dead leaves from the trees are battered and swatted by water from above, and coat the roads and sidewalks.  That same rain and heavy wind makes a beautiful, warm, fall day into a chilling night of temperatures that plummet. 

Last night into today -- a heavily overcast day of cloudy heavens -- that rain came, and tonight the temperature will descend. Winter will arrive soon.

It is raining so hard and the sky is so dark, that at 6:30, nearly two hours before sunset, it has gotten dark outside.

What would be better than a fall outing while the air is dry, crisp, but not cold.

I've added a LinkedIn button to this irregularly updated blog, nothing more.

I decided to cut up a homegrown cucumber and mix it with vanilla ice cream to give the sweet, frozen cream a watermelon-like flavor, as homegrown cucumbers taste more like their melon cousins than their store-bought equivalents.

The end result was neither pleasant nor disgusting. It tasted like a cucumber and ice cream.

The combination cooled me down, if nothing else.

I started feeling awful, then I started feeling better. It is both great and awful to be me.

It's March, so while there is still cold and snow that threatens, at least where I am, the worst of winter is over. The temperatures will rise and I no longer have to fear single-digit temperatures.

I am still hungry, though.

This summer was an exercise in frustration, hope, and pressing the boulder up the incline. I hope that unlike Sisyphus, I do achieve success.

My nose is clear. My eyes are wide and I am both rested and awake.

I also think I swallowed an orange seed about a half an hour ago. Here's to hoping I did not.