I start having to sleep under the sheets on the bed. When the nights are in the 70s and you've spent the day in varying degrees of stickiness, it's all you can do to even lie on top of anything. Your skin touching anything is only going to compound the problem, and you will wake up drenched and have to peel yourself off the sheets. Thus the concept of needing to lie beneath something, even if it's only a threadbare top-sheet, is a novel concept.
I start having to wear clothes when I get up in the morning. I am an early riser. It is a rare day indeed that I wake up past 7 am, and even at the crack of dawn it is usually warm enough that I can be in my altogether and
The cat deigns to sleep next to me. My cat is not a lap cat. She is affectionate, but she is also wary. Even when she sleeps in the way cats do, all sprawled out and utterly abandoned to the lazy glory of deep sleep, she has one eye open just in case you decide that now would be a good time to eat her.
So when I go to collapse on the sweat-soaked mess that is my bed, she will always follow me, but will meticulously settle down on the opposite side, where I can't reach her. Granted, this may be because my sleeping style involves a lot of flailing and flouncing that may or may not have resulted in a kitty bitch-smack or too, but still. A sure sign of impending fall is that she actually lies down next to me, touching me, even, leeching my precious warmth like the bloodsucker she is. Eee, kitty snuggles.
It takes 30 hours to get home from work. School buses are bad, but worse are the carefully spaced-out traffic lights on our road that activate once school is in session. One is waiting to turn onto the road, when one of the lights turns green, letting a stream of cars by while the other lane has crickets chirping and tumbleweeds blowing across it. One waits patiently for those cars to go by, when the other traffic light turns green, and the dead lane now becomes a flurry of sudden activity! Lather, rinse, repeat. And of course all these cars are exactly 10 feet apart, like someone put them in formation, so you can't creep out in between them. No, that wouldn't do at all.
My mother-in-law starts forcing winter squash upon us. Not that I'm complaining. I like squash. But these are crazy monster squashes like on steroids, and they frighten me a little.
The stores suddenly decide black and orange is a good color combination. Never mind that Halloween is still two months away, but that's an old story, stores being in a rush for people to buy, buy, buy. It makes me sad because I love Halloween, and no kids come to our door because we live on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere, and really Halloween is only fun as an adult if you have kids. Well, unless you don't have issues with buying a bag of Halloween candy for your own personal consumption and, maybe, mix it with a Buttery Nipple or two. And I don't!
That's all I got. North Carolina is all mild and crap and I'm unobservant.
What else...
--I would like a pair of boots and one or two more sweaters, and then I'm pretty much good on the clothing front. I've weeded quite a bit from my closet and am making it a point to wear everything that I haven't worn in a long time once, to see if I still actually like it or if it even looks good. Thus far, I'm realizing that I have a lot of great stuff in my closet that I'm an idiot for forgetting about.
--Still working out. My inner thighs are sad.
--Celebrated our second wedding anniversary yesterday. We ate sushi and Indian food, bought an ugly headboard for our bed, and spent a lot of gift cards on random stuff. We realized that instead of spending a bajillion dollars on art for our walls, we could purchase an art-related coffee table book on clearance and cut out the pictures. So now except for one or two spots, our walls finally are covered and our house looks like someone lives here now. Hooray for cheapskatedness!
--Eating roast nori straight from the package results in a lot of mess.
THE END.
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