We were sitting outside at the local bagel shop where I have breakfast each morning. It was comfortably warm, a few degrees cooler than the inside of the shop, which is heavily air conditioned. It had been raining earlier, but while we sat there we felt the temperature drop several degrees in a few seconds and the rain came again. Apparently we’re going to have a high only in the sixties tomorrow and overnight lows in the fifties. It’s almost like autumn, which is a season we don’t normally have around here.
Watching the temperature plummet is a fascinating experience. Several years ago we were having breakfast at IHOP and could see a bank’s digital thermometer through the window. At one point I noticed that it was showing a rather prodigious drop in temperature. The digits weren’t quite rolling downward like an odometer in reverse, but it was almost that bad. Defective thermometer, we thought. By the time we left, the temperature had fallen nearly 20 degrees from the time we went in.
I submitted my new/old short story to a Halloween contest yesterday after a couple of more read-throughs. I was getting to the point where I was just tinkering with word order and paragraphination, so I figured it was time to stop. I spent the rest of the day watching videos as research for the novel I’m going to start next Thursday (Nov. 1). The only show I watched live was Cold Case, which I’m still clinging to. I tuned into the Red Sox game every now and then to see how things were going. Another nifty comeback. Alas, the Houston Texans didn’t fare so well, losing the game on a last-second (literally) field goal to their nemeses the Titans.
