Onrushing Wings of Doom
The end of summer is nigh. There isn't another 80 or 90 degree (Fahrenheit) temperature in the forecast as far as ten days out. The days of stepping out into a glorious humid furnace on breaks from work and eating delicious tomato sandwiches on Kiki-baked bread are coming to a close. The calendar has turned. The light is shorter and changed. As Galadriel said in the (abominable) movie adaptation of Lord of the Rings, "I feel a change in the earth and the air and the water." The Darkness is upon us. Soon, it will be like Ungolient's nets. Other people look forward to "crisp sweater weather" and pumpkin spice, and all of the other horrors of fall which they don't see as horrors for some inexplicable reason. I see it more like Black Sabbath's Mob Rules (a particularly apt song for the times), "Death and Darkness are rushing forward." On the positive side, working from home will eliminate driving to the Park & Ride in the pitch bla...