Right now there are more leaves on the ground than the trees.
And every morning Alamae wants to put back on the the 1980's cat sweater with puff sleeves.
And no one's hair is ever combed.
And the yard is a mess. And the house is a mess. And the cars and the closets and pretty much everything else that could be a mess is.
It's November and Arlo still forgets to put on shoes. And the top of his butt refuses to hide.
We stay up too late and we sleep too late, and everyone keeps sneaking Halloween candy from the freezer that's mostly broken.
The days will keep getting shorter until one day they start getting longer.
But then the trees will be completely bare. Then maybe it will snow.