Brought to you by the letters F, L, and U

(Or maybe C, O, L, and D.  It's hard to know.)

I have lots to say, maybe, or maybe not.  Right now, my head feels like it is full of cotton.  And yet, unaccountably, I can still smell the fire to the west of Utah Lake.  That doesn't make sense to me.

I'll leave you with this.  It's almost the official start of autumn, and I, for one, can't wait.