and if the music stops there is only the sound of the rain
Forty-eight glorious degrees fahrenheit this morning. TBRE arose before work and came out for a run with the GRD and me (she dusted me, to nobody's surprise: age and treachery does not always beat youth and skill) and in a minute here I'm going to go sluice the sweat off.
But for the nonce, just let me say: Autumn is here, and I am happy. September and October are my favorite time of year.
In related news, September 1 is Outer Alliance Pride Day. As you may already know, the Outer Alliance is a loose organization of crusading perverts queer and queer-friendly SFF writers united to spread our poison increase our visibility and provide a welcoming environment to those in genre and otherwise outside the mainstream. As you know, Bob, I'm pretty deeply suspicious of identity politics, having seen it at its worst (I grew up in a queer family during the Sex Wars, and it left a mark). But this particular organization is pretty adamant about not drawing lines in the sand (you're in; you're out) and I support that inclusivity wholeheartedly.