“Autumn is the hardest season The leaves are all falling And they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground And the trees are naked and lonely I keep trying to tell them New leaves will come around in the spring But you can’t tell trees those things They’re like me they just stand there And don’t listen”
Little to say these days. Perhaps I have gone into hibernation but forgot somehow to tell myself? Does one think ahead about going into hibernation, or is it like waking up with a book pressed against your cheek and the words written in ink across your forehead, after somehow falling asleep while reading in bed?
Reading a lot. I am magazine addicted. My addiction is on overload.
Still increasing my speed on my runs. It is a slow process at best. But a process to say the least.
Going away party tomorrow night for a friend whom is moving to Nashville.
It’s almost Friday.
The weather is teasing us with temperatures in the 50’s for next week. And I am so glad we did not get swept away by snowdrifts, heck we hardly even had snow flurries.