Here is your question for the week.

Did you sneak out of bed the other night, tip-toe to the linen closet, and pull out a blanket? Or did you just close the bedroom window?

Maybe you just toughed it out, rolled over, and ignored the chilly breeze that replaced the gentle summer winds.

Yes, I wimped it out and went for the light blanket. In any event, no matter what the calendar says, welcome to fall.

So far, we have not experienced the first frost, so I guess I can put off, at least for a week, one of my least favorite chores – taking down the garden.

I hate to do it, as the hydrangea is in full bloom and, for some strange reason, Bambi has decided to bypass the robust stand of phlox. I suppose I shouldn’t mention the phlox as some sorehead might alert Bambi & Co. that there is a juicy snack at our house.

Last week, it was Tuna Tourney time in the harbor, and the docks were awash with giant dead fish hanging upside down as smiling anglers posed for photos. A good time was had for all and brought a few new $$$ into the coffers of our merchants.

I can still remember the time, years ago, when a pair of New York anglers, fitted out in the latest Abercrombie and Fitch gear, posed for their photos and drove away as the late Mr. Tuna swung in the wind. The boat’s skipper smiled, cobbled together some saw horses, plywood sheets, and laid the giant tuna on a makeshift table. He grabbed his fillet knife and started selling tuna steaks for 10 cents a pound. I bought a few and grilled them over a charcoal grill for breakfast. Yummy. At least, I think they were yummy.

Our neighbors to the north made it into Friday’s NY Times, noting that Thomaston auctioneer Kaja Veilleux was prowling through somebody’s attic and discovered a dusty painting of a young girl bearing a label attributing it to famed artist Rembrandt van Rijn. Bingo. Kaja dropped the hammer when the bidding hit $1.4 million. If it lives up to its provenance and is really, really, a real Rembrandt, it could be worth more.

For the record, I am penning this bit of doggerel on Friday, the day the judge in Grandpa Don’s New York City criminal case postponed his sentencing until after the election. This case was all about a $130,000 hush money payoff to adult film actress Stormy Daniels to keep quiet about their mutual afternoon delight. Grandpa Don maintained he was an innocent victim of a Democrat party witch hunt, but the jury didn’t buy his defense.

Grandpa Don appeared at a “press conference” following the hearing and ranted on for about an hour but refused to answer questions. More after the election.

Also last week, the Attorney General announced an indictment accusing Moscow of trying to influence the American presidential election. According to Forbes, the indictment accused the Kremlin of pouring millions into a Tennessee media company linked to a gaggle of online right-wing commentators as part of an influence operation pushing pro-Russia propaganda and disinformation on social media. You can go online and read the indictments and stories identifying the commentators. While the commentators said they were victims, the indictment alleges the real commies paid out hundreds of thousands of American dollars for their services. But, despite the windfall, the fourth-stringers said they were always independent and had no idea they were on Moscow’s payroll.

But, don’t you wonder, given the shaky fiscal business model of the U.S. media industry, the reason why some unknown mystery guy forked out hundreds of thousands to rent a handful of fourth-string, online yakkers? Funny how the day after the indictment was unsealed, the media company went dark. Hummm?

Meanwhile, the polls still say Grandpa Don and Lady Veep are running neck and neck in their race for the White House.

Did Tuesday’s debate make a difference? Will it change your mind? The last one was an atom bomb. We all remember how confused and dazed Grandpa Joe looked and how both elderly candidates got into a strange debate about which grandpa could out drive the other on the golf course. Weeks later, Grandpa Joe left the race, the Veep took his place, and we were off to the races. I am not making this up.

Meanwhile, in Boothbay, police say a young guy stopped his motorbike on busy Route 27 to permit a mother duck and her clutch to cross the road when an elderly gent turning a motor home into a driveway ran into him. The biker went to the hospital with minor injuries, while I suppose the ducks waddled down the hill to the pond. No charges were filed.