It's turned chilly. Well, chilly for San Diego. It's 62 out right now. But the California maples in the courtyard where I work changed colour and the big pines have dropped enormous pine cones. Plus the pumpkin spice items are out, which I've heard several people say is their own signifier of the change in the seasons. I've gone with a pumpkin spice tea rather than the lattes other people can indulge in, because I really have to watch my weight right now, the Army says so. (I've started to refer to all the weird restrictions on what standards I must meet and what I can and cannot indulge in as my "ritual purity".)
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