We rejoin our intrepid doofus already in progress.

I love October. The summer heat simmers down. The┬áplants change color. And everywhere you look, things are busy getting just a little bit spookier with each passing day. Also my allergies kick into overdrive. It’s how I know October loves me back, you see. It needs to be near me. With me. Inside me. All the way up inside my sinuses. Where it lives. And waits. And kicks out all the stuff that’s already in there.

I love you, too, October. So much.