I hate this time of year. Too cold to do anything outside, but no snow on the ground (yet) for skiing. It's freaking depressing. Picking up leaves, waking up in the dark, cold rain . . . Forget it. I mean, maybe if the Mets were in the baseball playoffs, it would be a different story. But who do we have this year? The Yankees and Phillies? Ugh. If I ever plan a sweet Caribbean sailing vacation (I suddenly have the urge to do this after reading this series of posts on Slate), remind me to schedule it for around this time of year. It will be perfect. Leave here around October 20, get back around November 10th (after Daylight Savings time gives us an extra hour), and start skiing the following weekend. Now if I could only get someone to pick up all my leaves . . .