This morning I wandered outside to check the mail, wearing a tank top and pajama pants and, to my shock, it was cold. Seriously cold. I grabbed a sweater and still shivered all the way to the mailbox, and on the way back (we didn't even get any mail!), I had the pleasure of watching someone else's surprised face as they opened their door as well. (Also, I noted the fact that, with school back in session, lots and lots of people in our neighborhood are now awake early like me, so no more getting the mail in my pajamas, I suppose.)
While this is obviously only temporary (as is any weather in Missouri, I suppose), it reminded me that fall is on the way and that stepping outside will soon become a production, an ordeal, really, with all the sweaters, coats, scarves, gloves.
so. not. looking. forward. to. this.
In fact, last winter, I got so sick of the jackets and the layers that I just quit wearing them near the end. I'd throw on a scarf (because I always love those) and mittens and call it good.
Anyway, I guess I just feel like summer disappeared really quickly and I just didn't get to enjoy enough of it. This is the first "fall" that I'm not in classes, either. Like, ever. Since I was... five? This is the first time in (almost) twenty years that I'm not starting school. Holy moley.
ok, enough complaining and reminiscing and feeling old.
Speaking of seasons, though, here's a sneak peak at the project Tony and I are working on. I'm hoping we'll be able to finish it this weekend, if not sooner.