It might just be that it’s 15 degrees cooler today, but there weren’t nearly as many crunchy cicadas for me to step over on the one mile walk to my train this morning.

Could I be nearing the final stages of the cicada grief cycle?

Shock
Anger
Denial
Acceptance
Sweeping

Please note, this isn’t the cicada cycle used by everyone.

For example, here’s the one for Bubs:

Anticipation
Impatience
Happiness
Seasoning
Lunch