... even though it feels like it. To add to the autumnal feel, I have been reading animal ghost stories at Project Gutenberg.
Not that I'm particularly haunted. The only things in this house that go bump in the night are greyhounds. (The Cornishman's prayer goes: "From ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties, and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord deliver us.")
Herbie's already playing with Christmas Teddy. (Mainly because Easter Chickie is still in the car.)