As summer faded, the world shifted on its axis, albeit for a small and ever shrinking number of people, when it became clear that Montecito’s loss (“They wave. They drive. They close the gates,” one resident told The New York Times) would be England’s gain (“I’m not especially happy about it, because they trashed the whole country numerous times,” a Londoner enthused to the BBC). Unsettling. But remember: to everything there is a season, a time to this, a time to that, a time to something something—yes, here it is—a time to pluck up and uproot de-Megxit.
Elsewhere, as we bear down on autumn: