In Houston, fall means lower humidity, blue skies, and temps below 80.
At 10 AM, the gusts of wind started, and in about an hour, it was in the lower 60’s. Now, it’s 58 degrees, the winds are howling outside, and I have my laptop on my lap to keep warm.
I’m watching football. The Colts keep punting. The Touchdown Monkeys are not pleased.