Ah, September

A curious time. When wool turtlenecks, capri pants, and clogs can all be worn together without anyone batting an eye. When you don't know whether to bring a sweater, umbrella, or sunscreen at any given moment. When the asshole college kids come back to school here in Boston and fuck everything up for the next 10 months. When moms and dads who took the summer off to be with their children start going to work again, and the rest of us suffer for their complete lack of driving skills. When it's 80 during the day and 46 at night.

I love September. Especially when it turns into October. November, not so much.