And then they all fell down.

The most fabulous thing happened....the fall came. I knew is was almost here and I could feel it in New York but then I came home and she was here.

By tradition fall is the time in my life where things happen to me. The most life happens in autumn. Ironically its also the time things die, they die long horrible whiskey stained deaths. I've earned scars and vagina bruises to prove I've seen both. This year feels like a good one and although my job is a bit crazy things seem to be staying quite calm.

I think I'm going to enjoy this year more than any other I've had in this little village.

Maybe one learns to respect Poultney more when one has been to a Target in Long Island.

Mix one part Jack Daniels with 4 parts hot cider, sprinkle with cinnamon to taste.
Enjoy the month before winter comes again.