I wanted to post this on Friday, but I just didn't get to it. However, there are still 27 days left in October after today, so I'm going for it.
I broke out the Chippewa/L.L. Bean boots Friday, along with a pair of heavier-weight khakis and (not shown) my Filson coat. It looks like there's going to be a bit of a warm-up this coming week, though not quite as much as had been predicted earlier: as of now, it's going to get to the upper 60s on Tuesday and touch 70 on Wednesday, but the mornings are still going to be brisk. This is fine with me, though my true preference is for it to be like Friday was, cool enough that some form of outerwear is required.
Some Assembly Required is based just north of Boston, on the first floor of a nice two-family a mere minute's walk from the bus stop. He has one spouse, zero kids (and holding), and one dog, a retired racing greyhound who lives a ridiculously pampered existence.
He's a lifelong New Englander (though all four grandparents were originally New Yorkers), having come of age in the leafy, idyllic suburb of Warwick, RI. He's old enough to have watched The Brady Bunch when it was first on the air, but young enough that he didn't have lustful feelings for Marcia until it went into reruns.
He spends far too much time and energy thinking about clothes, shopping, wristwatches, TV shows, old cars, Christina Hendricks, and the area's bakeries and doughnut shops. He swears he's going to get around to watching the last season and a half of Battlestar Galactica one of these days.