It's been a peculiar week fueled by coffee and other urban addictions. I've been so tired. Groggy during the day, so much so I've been sleeping in. Thank God for a conscientious bedfellow. Letting me escape the mundane morning routine of breakfast, attending to urgent canine bladders and what not.Fall has christened the yard with a rainbow of leaves, frosting them over. The world feels ready to pull out the covers. A blanket of snow seeming only days away. I too long to hibernate from this steely grey. These dark days of winter.
Out come the wooly socks, heavy jackets, and fleece throw for the sofa. The nip in the air is formidable, enough that even the dog has been donning a sweater. It's mid October and the furnace is already struggling with the need for heat. I'm overwhelmed with the urge to stockpile hoards of the goods produced by demented baking.
Winter is certainly on it's way.
1 comment:
I've missed your writing. Good to have it back.
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