Not even normal...

Here we are, past the middle of October, and ninety-nine
percent of the leaves on the trees are still green.
Not complaining, mind you. 

Here we are, past the middle of October, and ninety-nine
percent of my Christmas shopping is done.
Not complaining, mind you.

Here we are, past the middle of October, and the sun is shining 
and the windows are open to a warm breeze.
Not complaining, mind you.

Here we are, past the middle of October, and ninety-nine
percent of the baseball season is over and the Cleveland Indians
are still playing.
Not complaining, mind you.

I couldn't fit that forth verse into the same format as the three
verses before it.
Guess I'll complain about that.