Tempus Fugit: Even the Monarchs are skipping town.

My neighbour said, "I think we're calling it a day" as he and his wife hauled stuff off their big old Sea Ray. And then there were just a few reckless souls living aboard. The countdown has begun to the official end of the season. Boats are being hauled out of the water every hour. Staff has been whittled down. People are no longer eating outside. Even the mosquitoes have called it quits, thankfully. But there are still a few Monarch butterflies left, stragglers on the big annual migration to the warmer climes of Mexico. I think the Monarch has the right idea.