My favorite month is upon us. I love October. I never want it to end. I cling to it for dear life every year like I were clinging to a fence post in a hurricane. It rained last night. So I got drunk and walked around after it stopped. I like the way the wet concrete glistens under the streetlights. The cool damp air made me miss you. I think too much. That is my biggest problem.

It is starting to get cold again. I mean, nothing major, just a small postcard from winter telling me it is on its way.