Saturday’s 85 degrees might have* been the last of our summer weather for the year. Fall might have arrived last night, as I woke up to a crisp 65° this morning (with hardly any humidity).

I let Westley out the back door as usual and stepped into the kitchen to prepare my breakfast. A moment later, I heard Westley come back in. As I turned around, I saw him dash to the couch and crawl under the throw blanket.

Apparently, Westley wasn’t prepared for the cooler temperatures! It’s finally sweater weather, y’all! (Well, at least in the morning, it’ll be up in the mid 70s by lunch). Oh, and don’t worry too much about poor Westley, it’s 70° now and he’s back outside.

*I say “might have” because it looks like another round of 80°+ days are coming next week.