Hello,
In New York City, where I live, it felt as though autumn arrived overnight. One day it was hot, and the next day, when I went outside to walk Barnaby, I discovered that we’d skipped over sweater-weather to jacket-weather. I marked the change by moving my space heater into my office.
So a few days ago, when I arrived in Scottsdale, Arizona, for a conference, it was a bit of a shock to be back in 95 degree weather. It’s always fun to see the cacti in Arizona. Because I’ve been thinking a lot about the sense of touch, I couldn’t resist testing some spines—then remembered why it’s best to keep a safe distance from a cactus.
As someone who is always cold, I welcomed the heat, but I’m glad to back in cooler temperatures. Even when the cold, heat, and rain require many outfit changes over the course of the year—as they say, “There’s no bad weather, only bad clothing”—I love living somewhere with true seasons.
The approach of Halloween has put me in the mood for a good ghost story—if you have a suggestion, let me know. I especially love stories of friendly ghosts.
Onward,
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