It’s technically fall in these here parts, regardless of the fact that the ole therm-o-meter peaked above 80 degrees Fahrenheit today. Even though the weather may not have been cooperating, I saw no reason to put off wearing the buck socks I’ve been holding onto for months in expectation of fall.
Hell, the decision was kind of a no brainer since it probably won’t truly be at all autumnal except for the week when the leaves actually change plus the roughly 3-4 other days between now and Christmas when the temps have the decency to fall between 65 and 45. In other words, I went with my “fall” buck socks today because it’s probably as close as we’re going to get.
Anybody live someplace where it was, like, 70 or less today and fall is honestly a season more than just a Hallmark marketing tool? Let me know; I might lobby the Puddinette for relocation.
In the meantime, since I can’t apparently have early Fall Week in socks, enjoy Animal Week II with my compliments.