Someone’s bad brakes are squealing outside. Our cool August was a slick trick to slide right into an autumn that -just 3 days old!- is already asking for coats. My feet get cold when I take them out of my slippers and they could easily be pleased by a blanket over them. I’m not sure I have enough gas for the airport run I’m not sure I have to make. Practicalities are my swinging nightlife today. Happens to the best of us.