There are eight billion trillion million and seventeen and a half leaves down on the point.
Not even exaggerating.
The wind and rain are going to be fierce the next few days and so they can stay here and live with me. I've got hot chocolate and marshmallows and doritos and burritos and a bushel of ambrosia apples and fresh batteries for all of the flashlights for when we need to go to the garage or down to the beach or even just for reading under the covers late into the early morning hours.
I've also got a huge bag of rosemary garlic potato wedges that I'm about to pour into a roasting pan with an eye toward dinner. Maybe with some brats and cheese toast? Something easy as there's just a few of us.
I'm not complaining because there is far worse weather elsewhere. It's snowing up in the village today and we've all heard about Hurricane Melissa coming along this morning and so this is fine. Everything's fine.
Jacob is gaining opacity in the countdown towards Halloween and his birthday and his worst day and I'm like a fucking leaf in the wind.