This weekend dangled it in front of my face, and then bumped the thermometer back up a bit when Monday rolled around. How rude.
But I can feel it. It's almost here.
The days of driving with the windows down. Mornings where warm coffee actually makes sense. When jeans and hoodies are always acceptable. Crisp nights are for bonfires. Pumpkin and apple everything. And lazy Sundays are meant for watching plenty of football.
Really, kids. It doesn't get much better.