Au revoir, summertime

Already, the days turn colder and the sand, once so supple for peeing into, now has a kind of cool stiffness. Alas, another summer soon to be past, with all those memories of the beach house that Minion was mean enough not to buy, and all the clambakes she refused to have. Is it to be ever thus, denied the Nantucket life I deserve? Sigh. I shall have to content myself with chewing on Midwestern sticks and waiting for the snowfall. Joyeux autumn!