What, October already?
(Cue the sound of every classic rock radio station DJ saying “Hey, everybody, it’s Rocktober!“. For that matter, cue the sound of me repeating “I declare Cocktoberfest!” until the joke gets lame.)
I spent yesterday in bed nursing a really bad cold and doing nothing more strenuous that reading Adrian Tomine’s graphic novel, Summer Blonde. I caught the cold because on Monday night, I ran a number of errands on my bike while dressed as if it were still late summer. No jacket, just shirtsleeves.
Today, I am conceding defeat to Mother Nature. I took my sweaters and wool blazers out of summer storage. You have to dress well for Cocktoberfest, you know.