I don't want to do these things. I hate to do these things.
Why? Because it amounts to breaking down and admitting that summer is over, and winter is coming. I got my first bad sinus headache of the year over the weekend, and my SAD is already poking at me. The last thing I need to do is dig out the long underwear, tap my mind on the proverbial shoulder, and say "Hey -- gonna be snow soon! Ain't it purty?"
Don't get me started on heating bills.