Summer has fled it seems overnight, replacing sunburn and bright afternoons with cold rain and a renewed search for raingear.
Sometimes I think I must be part bear, because I feel this panic to stock up, if not fat reserves for hibernation, then a full bank of fishing memories to last until next May.
There's too much to do and too little time.
That probably explains the near panic I feel in pursuit of that last Coho salmon from the salt, the few silvers up the creeks, the guessing game on whether DIPAC fish will show up this year.
Sometime next week or the next, I'll resign to pack the rods away for another year and take for rifles and shotguns. This year's moose and caribou trips were short-stopped by my eye surgery, so there's the promise of deer and ducks to ease the pang just a little.
Speaking of the eye, thanks to everyone that has checked on my progress during the past four weeks as I recover from surgery for the detached retina in my right eye.
Thanks to the miracles of modern medicine - and our community's symbiotic relationship with the medical resources in Seattle - a good share of the vision in my right eye has returned.
It'll still be a few weeks before I get new glasses and get a final determination, but at the last checkup my vision in that eye had improved from 20/3000 to 20/50.
There's even been time and enough healing to catch a few hundred pounds of halibut!
And just another reminder-get your eyes checked often, and treat any sudden change in vision as a true emergency, that you take to an eye physician immediately.
Can it really be six years?
Few of us will forget that this week marks six years since that fateful Sept. 11, on which America lost its innocence.
Since that day we've been at war, both within and outside our country.
And we still have more questions than answers.
Sept. 11, also marks my arrival in Juneau and Alaska, in 2004, to work with Capital City Weekly and Juneau Empire, and the other newspapers in Morris Communications Alaska family.
Like many who've made the move north, our time here has been a combination of "What were we thinking?" and "Let's hope they never realize how much fun we're having!"
During that time we've made quite a few improvements in Capital City Weekly that you're reading now.
It's grown from 12 thin pages to 72 or 80 pages. In those pages we've added what we hope is a richer mix of news stories from throughout the Southeast and a strong show of advertising from our best local businesses.
And beyond the print edition, we now have a dynamic, robust Web site that reflects the entire southeast.
And the best is yet to come!
While we're bracing for the winter to come, it's also a good time for investing in the spring and hopes for the future.
There's something healthy this time of year about making tangible plans for the future.
Each fall many Juneau families do just that, by planting flower bulbs for the spring.
And all through the snow and ice and cold, the expectation of those May tulips exploding into the air somehow makes the winter a little easier to take.
If you don't usually plant tulips or other bulbs in the fall, I'd heartily recommend it.
Call it therapeutic, hopeful or just fun, there's something about putting a little dark bulb into the ground, knowing in six or eight months you'll see it spring forth in a rainbow of color.
In case you're in the market for bulbs, Juneau-Gastineau Rotary Club is in the midst of its annual fundraising bulb sale.
Yes, I am a member of the club and no, you don't have to get your bulbs from the club.
But why not?
Besides getting the ammo for your fall planting, the proceeds from the sale go to benefit a host of good projects in Juneau and Southeast Alaska.
For more information, you can go online to www.rotarybulbs.com. Or call 586-9643.
Leschper is general manager of the Capital City Weekly and advertising director of the Juneau Empire.Send him e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.