Winter came quietly today, at least for a moment, as if to remind the world that the Indian Summer was an offering that could be retracted at any time.
I love it and I hate it. I love warm fireplaces and heavy blankets and sweatpants and chili and football. I hate darkness and cold bones and feeling tired all the time when I have lists of things that must be done.
And with that, I’m done for today, as I’m distracted from writing by my new favorite show, Masters of Sex.
I’m completely riveted.
You can bet your sweet bippy I’ll have more to say on that topic another time.