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Bye for now,
The season is changing. All the time, at these times of year, you have conversations that go “I LOVE the heat, winter blargh!” and “I can’t wait for the soupy cosiness of autumn”. I’m firmly in camp autumn. Firmly. I don’t think anyone really likes being cold, or weeks of grey skies and rain, or a nose turned pink after huddling up a hill in the dark after work because yes it’s dark when you finish now. Nope. BUT I do very, very much like a cooler clime. See, I don’t do well in the heat. I shrivel up into a prune. I become as useful as sock without it’s pair. Or a broken rubber band. I turn into a floppy heap. So yeah, I’m excited about this change in the air. The literal change of a wisp of cool. And so here are just some things happening now at the turn of the season. Continue reading
Hi everyone. Is everyone feeling as depressed as am that it is Sunday evening? I always get a touch of the Sunday blues. On a less grey note, this weekend I did not have to work OR study which is basically a work of God, or just, ya know, timing. I decided at some point that despite the high 20s heat I would not retreat to my bed a la sloth but would in fact Do Nice Things. Here are some of the nice things. Continue reading