I started to write about how it was 93 and sunny, and how it was always 93 and sunny. It’s 93 and sunny, I was going to say, but it’s going to be the same tomorrow. I was going to write how that would be boring, but I caught myself because I’ve written that bit many times over the last eight years. I’ve written how it would be boring to live in a place where the days were the same, even if the days were perfect. Perfection is tiresome, I was going to say. But I’m not going to say that because I’ve already said it, and how many times can I say that October is fall and November is fall but December is winter, except when it’s still fall?
Then I was thinking of writing an update on the lakefront market here. I was going to tell you what homes are under contract and which ones are about to close. I was going to tell you a bit about some of the complicated deals I’m working on, deals so complicated that I’m weary at 8 am just as I am at 7 pm. But there’s no sympathy in that, because Realtors aren’t necessary nor is their time valuable and if they were smart they’d all become dental hygienists and car salesmen. But I’ve written that already, so I don’t think I’ll talk about it anymore.
I was going to say that peak fall was yesterday, and I was going to tell you that I do hope you enjoyed it. But it’s calm today and the wind isn’t whipping so peak fall will last for the weekend, and you should all be pleased. Especially if you missed yesterday when fall peaked. But you knew it wasn’t really peak fall because you’ve been reading this for eight years and you know I have a tendency to shame you into visiting the lake on weekdays. I was doing it again, and you knew it, so I won’t mention it from here on out.
I could have written about how terrific it’ll be when it’s winter, because then I can go skiing with my son. My daughter won’t ski anymore because she broke her leg skiing last April, but I won’t say much more because you already knew that. You knew it last April, the day after it happened. Yesterday I was at the American Club with my wife. My wife doesn’t really like it when I take her on fancy getaways to fancy places, but you already knew that, too. You know how I feel about Kohler, how it’s all fake, how I’m only Truman when I’m there. You know the fall colors there are like the colors here, except here they’re better. You know I don’t understand that town, and I don’t understand the low ceilings and I don’t understand why the people in the room above ours had to get ready to leave the resort so early yesterday morning.
At this point in our relationship, there’s very little you don’t know. You know that I’m busy and that the market is quite healthy. You know that I’m worried about inventory and I’m worried about the deals that I’m working on that feel as though they’ll only close once I’m dead. You know I had nothing to write about this morning so I wrote this. And I’m sure you know I hope something interesting happens over the weekend so that I have something to write about. I’d write about the Cubs this morning, but I’ve already written about them.