I hadn't heard this song in a long, long time. Allen just started playing it, and now I can't stop listening to it. Perhaps it's the weather. That wonderful sharpness of fall is everywhere now, and it's sweater weather. There's something terribly sad about the end of summer, but also something wonderfully comfortable and familiar.
I made green salsa chicken chili for dinner tonight, and sourdough bread. It was wonderful. I'm going to bake pumpkin bread at some point this weekend, and if I finish all of my homework, I'd like to spend Sunday lounging in bed in one of my oversized sweater, reading a book and drinking tea and taking a nap whenever I please.
The worst part about this weather: Derek isn't here. We skype every night for hours, and it's my favorite part of the day, but it's not the same. I'll be going fall foliage hunting next weekend without him, and that makes me so sad. We had so much fun last year when we went, even though we were a couple of weeks too late. But the drive was wonderful, we found an abandoned mining town that we still haven't been ballsy enough to break into (it's pretty heavily guarded), we drove down to Victor and then went to Cripple Creek (and I won 200 bucks!), and spent the whole day taking pictures and being awesome.
I miss him being here to make me laugh all the time.
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