Pretty Warm.

It was both. Pretty. Warm. It's not warm now—we're aiming for mid-forties overnight, and yes, please, to all of that—but it was a windows-down ride to the puppet show, a solid breeze in the tops of the trees, in the flags out front of the gas stations between here and there. Topped out around eighty. We'll bounce between that and the upper sixties for high temps between now and Sunday. Autumn. When you've had for no good reason a bad Wednesday, remembering how good autumn can be is about all there needs to be, almost all you need to hang on to.

Playoff baseball.

Late-night playoff baseball.

October is probably my favorite of the O-shaped months.