Fall Happenings
If the air is crisp, don't rejoice. Contact the EPA. Air is gaseous and shouldn't have a physical texture - Me The dark days are upon us. The days are short and weather is cold. Riddle’s winter coat is growing thicker by the day. She’s working on that floof. The days are so short the sun doesn’t come up until I am on the train. For two months The Avenue was decorated with scarecrows made by local children. (I still worried they will come to life at night and kill us all) Not to mention I now come home from work at midnight. (Okay, it's not midnight, but it sure feels like it.) That first week after Daylight Saving Time ends is always the hardest. I'm still waffling these days about social media. Obviously Shipwrecked & Comatose will remain as my essay and long-form life updates blog and The Essential Rhubarb Pie will remain as my space for food essays, recipes, and restaurant reviews, but how do I want to do my microblogs and observations? Should I keep collecting...