Mark down the date: Nov. 12.

This morning I heard the single word most likely to instill fear in our hearts. No, not third-and-one. Besides, that’s three words separated by hyphens.

Flurries.

They’re in the forecast for next week. Or so I am told my the friendly folks on TV.

Why is it they seem so happy about the possibility of snow.

Let me say this one more time. I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate it a little more each year.

Bring back summer.