It is Monday, August 18, 2025. It’s hard to believe that August is already more than halfway over. Next up is September. I for one am eagerly awaiting the arrival of the ‘Ber months, even though I know the fall weather likely won’t get here until mid-October.

But there’s something psychologically satisfying about September. Generally speaking, it’s not as hot as August. There might even be another glorious fall sneak preview or two. Plus, all the coffee shops will be switching over to pumpkin spice everything, even when it’s too hot for pumpkin spice to taste good (think anything over 80 degrees).

I still say Fall is the best. No heat stroke, no bugs, no sticky sweaty humidity. And all my favorite holidays. Plus, I get to wear flannel, which is the fashion equivalent of wearing a hug. I like it that much.

But all these remaining hot days will only serve to make me appreciate fall weather all the more. By the way, the official start of fall is in 34 days. And no, I’m not counting down the days or anything. The rate this year has flown by, it will be here before I turn around twice. And then it will be over before I can blink twice.

But at least it’s coming.