After a long summer that stretched into both Spring and now Fall, the temperatures have begun to fall. I had a brief period of maybe a couple weeks where I could enjoy having the windows open and fresh air blowing through my apartment, but now they’re all closed save for the one in my bedroom and I’m contemplating turning the heat on. Even in my upstairs living room, normally the warmest area in my apartment thanks to my habitual presence and all my heat-generating electronics (not to mention normal thermodynamics), I’ve started experiencing the dreadful plague that is cold feet and fingers. It’s not all bad, of course. It’s nice to get some crisp, fresh air when I go outside. It’s also quite pleasant to be able to sleep under all my blankets and my comforter without sweating. I’ve also put my flannel sheets back on my bed, so that’s been nice, too. The only real downside to this is how abruptly it happened. We went from low eighties and high seventies one day to a low in the mid-thirties a day and a half later. That, coupled with the sudden arrival of a Rainy Autumn, left my joints and hands in a sorry state after just a bit of manual labor at my job. It got bad enough in the middle of the temperature change that I developed a tension headache that took a full day to finally diminish and go away. Since then, though, the weather has been fairly consistent as it slowly drops toward normal late-October temperatures.