So I just really feel more alive now that fall is here. The cloudiness, the woodsmoke in the air-ness, and such. It was off to a somewhat rocky start, admittedly. First of all, I chose the
entirely wrong book (
Dandelion Wine) to kick off fall, for which I blame myself because the title was so intriguing and I love Ray Bradbury. I couldn't just pick
Cold Mountain or
The Historian again like a normal fall-loving person. But things are going good now and after a little course correction I've abandoned Mr. Bradbury until summer is back in full swing and am reading
Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. If I can't be in Savannah right now at least I can read about it. There's really not a second of all to this part...the book pretty much almost ruined it. Kind of like Clarence has music he only listens to during specific seasons of the year, I have books that I just don't feel right cracking open before their pre-ordained time.
But is it a little dramatic to say I quite figuratively feel dead in the summer? I'm not a heat person. We had a fling once before my junior year of high school but just didn't click. It kind of smelled like pretzel breath and burning plastic. So we parted ways. And I've never looked back.
I'm obviously over it.
Fall brings good things. Season 9 of
Supernatural. Scarves. Men being more willing to grow beards (cue Martha Stewart saying, And that's a
Good Thing and me and Cara are just like
Thanks, fall!) At the forefront of good things right now (yes, even ahead of beards) is a promotion and raise at work. Momma needs grad school money, son. Until Baby Precious is paid off in January though, I won't be going anywhere, so I'm content to chill and do my thang. Tomorrow is my first official meeting to discuss my new role. I plan on wearing my best businesswoman pantsuit and rollin' in like
Peace and blessings.
