I am officially sick of rainy autumn days. One or two are great for snuggling down with a book but enough already. Fall in Indiana is supposed to be full of warm, sunny days and golden leaves. Most of the leaves are residing in my front yard, knocked down by all the water. Where is global warming? The summer never really got started and now I'm being deprived of autumn too. Mel said yesterday that she wants to move where it's always warm. I guess I know who I'll visit often in my dotage (which contrary to some snarky teens opinion, is NOT YET).