October and scrambling for time

October is typically my favorite month of the year and I am not alone in that. Who doesn't love this time of the year? It's cold at night, warm (hot) during the day (could be less hot and I would be happy, just saying) and the leaves are starting to turn colors. I drive through the Russian River Valley to work and those grapevines are just beginning to bleed orange and yellow and bronze. The sun still lights them up on my way home and they are seriously dazzling. In a week or two, even better. 

This year has seemingly disappeared in a rush of time. Three more months left and it's 2020. Remember when we were all nervous about Y2K and the End of the World as We Know It, the crashing of all computers, the end of the banking ATM world?  HA!  That all seems so old fashioned now. Twenty years ago. A generation.  Now all we have to worry about is a maniac in power, the UK disassembling, Russian spies and trolls, climatic chaos, abuse, detention, deception and destruction of the planet.  Makes one long for the fears of Y2K. 

It's time to plan Thanksgiving dinners. It's time to think about Christmas Eve crab feasts. It's time to realize that there aren't many more years in one's life and it's time to figure out how to cut the crap and stop wasting whatever days, weeks, months, years one has left. 

"Time makes you bolder, even children get older and I'm getting older too." 

That's all for now. Been up since 5:00 this morning, time for bed. But there is so much more to say on this subject, and I will.

LTBT