It's one of those days that really does feel like September. Chilly, rather cloudy, with pumpkin muffins for breakfast. The first leaves have fallen, and there have been several days of rain, which is good for the forest-fires, and great for a pot of tea as well. I'm not sure what it is about this season that makes me want to write blogposts, but I'm not arguing the point. It's a Friday, and we've passed my birthday and are on to the fickle precursors of autumn. I have a list of things to be done today, and people to see as well. But I'll take whatever moments I have and write here, because I must.