There is a lovely overcast day outside my house. The cloud cover gives everything a uniform light that is not bright nor dark, unlike cloudless sunshiny days where you have light and dark spots all around. The temperature is cool, well not quite cool, but definitely not hot anymore, which is nice.
A light breeze is blowing and it is wet from last night's rain.
On this great Autumn opener my mind should be filled with the Autumnal thoughts that lead to Halloween and the great feast in November.
And yet this is not the case. What is going on in my mind? A jumbled, disjointed set of half-thoughts:
My coffee could be better
This can't be a good sign.