It’s possible

Autumn has always been, for me, the season of possibility. There's something about the crisp air and the brightly colored leaves falling from the trees (I do so love seasons -- and men -- that announce their arrival by getting undressed), about the school term finally kicking into rhythm, about taking down the sweaters from the top shelf, that jump-starts my optimism and makes me...well, more frisky than usual.

Which may explain why lately my mouth has been writing a lot of checks that my ass may not be able to cash. Literally. Ah, but it'll be one hell of a ride to the bank.

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