The first truly cold, cloudy day of fall. October 6 this year. The very first day always takes me by surprise. I don’t know why. There is plenty of warning. It’s October. The leaves are changing and falling. The weather channel told me. But it hits me like a ton of bricks. I woke up lethargic and cranky. All week, I’d been looking forward to the Knoxville Brewer’s Jam. It’s beer and music. Do I need to say more? I’ve been wanting to go for years. I couldn’t in the past because I had to work. But this weekend I could go. I even had tickets. But it was rainy when I woke up. So, I thought, what’s a little rain? I won’t melt? But then I realized, it’s cold, too. And by cold, I mean in the low 60s. The temperature did nothing but drop throughout the day. By noon, I knew there was no way I was going to spend the day outside, drinking beer. I love beer. I love micro-brew beer. But I can drink it at home, the same as I can drink it outside with hundreds of other idiots. Nope, that shit was NOT going to happen. I was not going to spend this day, outside, cold. Yes, I’d likely be drunk, but still miserable. So, we sold the tickets. I informed the hubby I would be spending the rest of the day in flannel pajamas. Pizza will be delivered for dinner and I’d be drinking the beer in my fridge. And that, my friends, is exactly what I’m doing.