In which my body still wants it to be August.

It rained all day yesterday. When I stepped out of the data center at about twenty past five yesterday evening, it was snowing. Big, fat, fluffy flakes swirling down everywhere. Ugh. But it was too warm to accumulate, so it managed to be nothing more sinister than cold and damp.

This morning, the jeep was running on empty and I couldn’t find the gas can so I had to drive dirt roads to the Batavia BP for fuel. My kneecaps nearly froze off as I stood between the car and the pump, trying to find the little doohickie that keeps the nozzle flowing so I could get back in the car out of the wind. Nine gallons, $20.11.

This morning the bank clock told me it was twenty degrees when I drove past. Snow is sticking to the grass, and in the corners between street and curb.

I am so not ready for this. I am so, so not ready for this.