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I'm an associate professor of the history of art and architecture at a small liberal arts college in Upstate New York.

October’s bright blue weather

O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;

When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October’s bright blue weather.

O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October’s bright blue weather.

Helen Hunt Jackson, 1893. That kind of day today in Upstate NY.

I forget which grammar school teacher had us memorize this, but it’s much more relevant to my life here than in Chattanooga. We never had chestnuts dropping unannounced from the tree — it was more like black walnuts at our house. I still don’t see a lot of gentians here – but it was bright blue today. We are certainly counting every hour like misers. Winter is coming.

I’ll be glad…

…when this set of fronts gets past us. The up and down is getting to my sinuses – which gets to my lungs!

Yesterday was quite pretty after the early morning. I took a home-to-the-marina-and-back walk and enjoyed a warm breeze (I swear!) off the Lake. I stopped and bought a cup of coffee and a scone on my way through downtown, so I stopped and enjoyed those on a bench about a third of the way along.

Today? It certainly feels chillier, even though it’s 50 degrees. The wind is a lot nippier and the sky has been mainly overcast. The occasional breaks help.

Egg freezing ?

Generally, fertility doctors are among the highest-paid employees at private universities. Yet if pay for performance (as in live births) were the metric by which they were paid there would be much smaller pools of capital available.

I think we can assume that Wired is not a pro-life outlet. So this is a pessimistic view of the possibilities for freezing eggs to postpone pregnancy from a technophiliac point of view.