by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
I spend a good part of the day in my enclosed porch writing. On Wednesday, I not only had my big sweater on, but I also considered going inside and snagging a lap robe because the temps were in the mid-60s. Yesterday they were in the low 70s, but by 6 I could already feel the cool envelop me and say, "It might be warm inside, but it's also dry."
Another sign of encroaching fall? It's dark when I get up. Okay, I'm liable to get up anywhere between 4 and 6 am, but the other day it was gloomy (and we had a thunderstorm) and it didn't get really bright until almost 8. I'll start using my SAD light any day now.
How does the end of summer effect your life?