The other day Sam reminded me that we needed to speak to someone about an event in November. I thought to myself, "Why would we talk to them now, it's only August. That's three months away!"
Due to the weather and vegetation here, I have this sense that it is still August, that it is August everywhere in the world, and that it will be August forever. I can't fathom that the leaves are falling off the trees in Ontario, nor that my fingers and toes are soon to be cold. Nah, that can't be. It's 30 degrees out tonight and it's still August.
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