Here is the only way to get through this naughty 106-degree late September day: we are going to look at pictures of pumpkins and Thanksgiving and Christmas. Yes, we are.

The West Elm holiday preview landed in my inbox moments ago, and and I’m a touch giddy. Soon, people, soon.

Soon it will be 90.

Soon we can have dinner parties with pumpkin tureens. (And soon — as in next week — much of this will be in West Elm stores and online.)

We can think about our Thanksgiving menus. And — even better — SETTING THE TABLE. My friend Jessica from Zumba whispered during a break recently that she has already made her Thanksgiving place cards out of Eucalyptus bark. I love Jessica.

And soon after that, it will be 80, and we can have Santa cookie jars and teasets in our kitchens, with hot cocoa on tap. (Dear Tyson, if you bring home this cookie jar, I will keep it full for you all December long.)

Soon enough, it might even be 70 degrees at night, and we can think about wooden Christmas trees and fires on the grate.

(Those bottle brush trees are fantastic.)

And soon, we might have people actually wanting to come visit us again, in which case I need to put a lamp and proper night stand in my guest room — which has been the official summer crash pad after Girls’ Night Out. (Dear Marni, there is actually a shower curtain now in the guest bath. I know. MAJOR development.) Newbies from West Elm have me scheming:

And soon enough, we can buy presents and make wish lists of items like pig-shaped iPod speakers. (Hello, I’m serious, and I totally want one.)

Friday is the first official day of fall. It will be 107.

Soon, I might cry.