The middle of the week is so oppressive (and I’m so melodramatic). But it is, isn’t it? It’s the carrot to my rabbit and I happen to be both inches and miles away. I kind of enjoy that feeling; knowing that the end of the week is a-comin’, but I detest the other feeling, which the is knowledge and understanding that it’s not here quite yet. The bottom line is that I just enjoy the weekends. Time to engage in life, activity, friends. Perhaps my dream of international living needs to come sooner rather than later. Vacationing is such an event for the Europeans. I’d like to believe that I would thrive under such circumstances.
A cool, crisp breeze permeates the atmosphere here in Somewheres, VA. It’s autumnal and it’s delightful. The thin-blooded complain about it being “cold,” but I adore it. I’m even wearing stockings voluntarily, and with pleasure! I kind of missed those horrible things (nothing against the male gender, but I sincerely believe that some guy invented them) during the summertime. But, now, it’s nice to pull them on and pray that they don’t run or roll down to my ankles in public. Welcome back, Fall. We missed you.