I’ll be damned if I can figure out the weather patterns here in Fort Collins, but in my book any 70+ day in mid October qualifies as Indian Summer and should be milked for all it’s worth. So I’ve dragged an office chair out onto the lawn and am making my volunteer ask calls from the yard (Sonja and I use a small law office on the weekends as a base for canvassing operations). Here’s the view. It doesn’t suck.
