Sigh -it was a race out the door this morning. Dontcha hate that feeling?
It's a blustery, cold day here and my yard is full of forlorn tree branches, ripped from their rightful places. Seems like a good day to work from home and sip tea. or bourbon.
This house is over 100 years old. It does not care for the sudden swerve of autumn to avoid hitting winter head on. AIr conditioners must be moved, radiators drained, mice welcomed with tiny doormats and soft beds. (Remember in Tom & Jerry how nicely appointed Jerry's home was? Something like that.)
It feels melancholy in here, but not in a bad way...perhaps I'll watch the Donner Party DVD later today. (She's wearing it out. -Ed.)
Welcome to the fall, Lone Reader.
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