A benefit to living alone is the opportunity to eat whatever I feel like for dinner. A nice option, from time to time, is popcorn and beer. I realize that last night's dinner was the summertime equivalent to this, with corn on the cob and a couple gin and tonics. Maybe I knew that I'd wake up to brazen fall weather and a cold wet rain- like the squirrels' instincts that tell them to bury food in my potted plants outside, my instincts told me that summer is ending and I should make the most of the taste of summer before the first snow...
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