The Summer of 2011 was hell.
Comparatively, the Summer of 2016 has been a picnic.
But still, I'm more than ready for this summer to pass into history -- especially since Autumn teased us with a 65-degree Sunday morning recently. It was so nice, I got up, fixed a cup of coffee, drank it out on the porch, and felt the seasons turn, turn, turn.
And then Sunday turned into Monday and Summer felt obligated to take a long curtain call.
Get off the stage!