The mornings now have a crisp chill in the air. I need to put on my long, fugly, heavily-knitted cardigan to hobble around the house and complain about my achin’ joints and where is the coffee, I need the coffee. Holy shit, I’ve totally turned into – not my mother – but my GRANDMOTHER. I skipped a generation in the getting-old process!
Regardless, i’m thankful for the chilly mornings, for the open windows to let the fresh air in during the days, the need to wear wool socks and heavy sweaters (even the fugly ones), in Texas. It’s a little late, but fall is finally here!
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