On Saturday, I got out everyone’s winter clothes and put the summer ones in garbage bags until I could decide what to do with them. We had just had the first prediction of frost and the college radio station was playing wistful Autumn songs. Ed says they're annoying and if he wanted to be depressed, he'd watch TV ads for animal shelters . I tell him not to be such a curmudgeon; the point of the songs is to get pleasantly bummed out.
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