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The weather has turned. Oh it is still marvelously sunny out. Yet, the air has an autumn crispness to it. A chill that demands one put on a sweater, and makes breath appear as smoke in the night air.






The forecast says the rains are coming. Normally we would have entered monsoon season by now. My cocooning instincts are starting to emerge. I want to curl up with a good book and hot beverage in hand.


There is a lot of this taking place:

I have to admit that Miss Po isn't that only one taking cat naps!