Now that my followers are up to hundreds, if not millions, I realize my B- game is gone. Probably stolen by the eclipse. When you start out with an A game it’s ok when shorter days start zapping your best hours. But as little T would say ‘this girl is a problem’. There are the morning and the night people. But this Boomlennial is only good between ten and two. In the summer. When the sun is giving me energy and a tan and lotsnlots of vitamin D. No brittle bones here my friends. But now the days are getting shorter and I’m fading like the tan. The farmers have this one down. Sun you up. Sundown you down. Got it. And so does my mind but it’s expected to keep going. All the live long day. Whatever that means but I bet you Boomlennials know the song about working on the railroad. Which we don’t. I just need to find a different oomph. Yes that’s a word. Pumpkin spice everything??? Why do we all seem to want this now? Of course if it comes in an M&M that question is answered. Scary costumes. For adults. Which is what really makes that scary. Houses decorated with tombstones and fiberglass hanging from bushes and orange lights. Always fun. Bonfires ok if you like that smell. In your hair. Tomorrow. Not quite getting that boost I’m looking for. So don’t leave me yet. I do know that this will be the next season of dreams for the Browns and I will be rahrahing all over the place. And I’ll be obnoxious. And will have nothing but oh-so-fascinating commentary. Which I know is nuts but ‘wait till next year’ has to arrive sometime, right? Going to milk the cows now…..