i'm not gonna say it. . but i think it's coming.
there's a breeze and it doesn't take my breath away.
i woke up this morning and felt the need to put on socks.
i opened all the blinds in the house.
miss poopy shorts is wearing capris to play outside.
i discussed Thanksgiving plans with my mom.
i turned the air up twice today.
upon entering my van (what?? van??) after being at the Y for an hour this morning, my contacts didn't melt out of my eyeballs.
i'm wondering what kinds of bulbs i'll be planting this. . well, when it comes.
i'm guessing my pathetic garden this year won't give me any more itty bitty tomatoes since it's, well, coming.
i thought twice about letting miss poopy shorts sleep in a sleeveless shirt last night.
i groaned inwardly as i raked a small pile of leaves off the driveway and realized they're only going to get bigger. and so am i.
i'm not gonna say it. but i think it's coming.