It's the end...

I am finding myself singing "It's the end of the world as we know it...." because summer is over. I am not, however, singing "and I feel fine." That first day of 'fall' in the northwest is always shocking; I wake up and suddenly realize I must delve into the part of my closet that has been left ignored for a few months. I went from shorts and sandals to jeans and a sweatshirt overnight. I need to ease into fall...not, well, fall into it. It shocks my system. I do not like being shocked (electrically or mentally). I am holding out for summer to make a momentary reprisal. Just a couple days would be lovely. Oh fall, today I loathe thee.