First day of fall, my ass. It's 87 degrees at 7:00 in the evening, which doesn't exactly say fall to me. I find this time of year in Big Texas to be rather depressing. I long for cool breezes, chilly nights, and crunching leaves. I'm tired of shorts, flip-flops, A/C and sweating. I really want to wear jeans and Danskos with hand knit socks. I'd be in heaven if it were cool enough (outside) for a fleece or a sweater. I used to love fall back when I lived in a place that had such a thing. In Big Texas, fall is just sad because it doesn't exist. School started, but that just means it's September. It has nothing to do with fall. What's worse is that according to Accuweather, temperatures will continue to reach the high 80's and low 90's for at least another couple of weeks. Get back to me in February when it's 65 and sunny and I'm outside grilling. At least we have February.