Well, hello, October! It was cold--COLD--last night, and we woke up to a crop of dead tomato plants and an alarmingly frigid toilet seat.
I caved and flipped on the heat for the first time since April, and when the furnace roared forth, it pumped that hot, metallic, burning-dust-odor through the house, like an electric burner left on too long.
Jimmy padded into the room, inhaled deeply, and said brightly, "Mmmmmm. Smells like PANCAKES!"