Yesterday morning, while gulping coffee and gazing out the window, I was subconsciously aware that Something Was Not Quite Right, but couldn’t quite figure out what.
Took me a few minutes to realize that the neighbor’s tree has already begun shedding its leaves, and what remain are already turning colors.
What?! It’s only early summer … mid-summer … ok fine, LATE summer. But still! Leaves changing color already?! Where did the rest of the year go?
I suppose my first clue should have been Newt.
For a couple of weeks now, he’s been quietly insistent on regularly burrowing are paid dating sites better than free rencontres jodoigne site rencontre afro musulman jeux dating francais a knockout post http://www.hotdogsuitlaatservice.nl/zybnapasta/2181 site de rencontre gratuit 26000 click to read femme speed dating london visit this site right here under the down comforter next to me, instead of just sleeping on it. And last night, he was most pathetic, trying to root and nest under it, until I took pity and arranged him a little Newt-shaped cocoon where he could burrow until I relented and joined him.
It’s still pretty warm and muggy, but the temperatures have not been nearly so yucky as they usually seem for August in DC.
Like so many other liver shunt cats, Newt seems to often be a furry little heat-seeking missile. I do have to wonder if his recent insistence on stealing my covers indicates an early Fall, and possibly hard winter.
If it does, should I start the Newt Almanac? Think it could give the Farmers’ Almanac a run for its money?