yarzonum

finally it really feels like fall. cool, sorta dreary; light and pleasant rain--the kind of weather that breeds good sleeping. i mean the kind of sleep where the dogs can bark all they want and it's all good cos you're snug in your bed, curled up fetus-style, and loving that cool pillow your thoughts are sinking into.

sounds boring, but i get a little excited at the prospect of wearing my wool sweaters again. mainly cos it means i can skip ironing my shirts. now if only i could do something about the pants...

ray.