In the summer I wear underwear.
In the fall, I also wear pants.
In the summer, my mid-day naps are long and luxurious.
In the fall, I nap on the couch in the faculty room, while everyone else is eating lunch.
In the summer I let my hair air-dry and ignore it.
In the fall I wrestle with it, gumming it up with pomade and blasting it with a hair dryer. (The difference is not noticeable.)
In the fall I wear a little bit of makeup, and real shoes.
What I talk about in summer: how we really should go miniature golfing.
What I talk about in fall: how we really should go pumpkin picking.
In August I berate myself for not spending more time outside.
In September I blame the school.
Happy Labor Day!