A chilly and blustery day.

OK - maybe not so blustery. But chilly? Yes'm.

I awoke this morning downright cold. It was a little before 7:00AM, and the quilt had disappeared to some unspoken place sometime in the night, leaving my bare back exposed to the chill. As I went in search of cover, grinning like a madman, it occurred to me that perhaps Fall is really here to stay - at least for a little while. It is New England after all. And Fall is my own of my very favorite bits about New England. I sit here, typing on the computer, dressed in socks, athlete shorts, and a techwick top (my "shiny shirt," as E calls it), sipping a cup of tea in a stoneware mug with the wind and the chill making noise outside. Tonight, I shall snuggle in bed with a book, and perhaps even dare underneath the comforter - rather than just sleeping on top of it as the weather has necessitated recently. Perhaps I will even light the candlestick near my bed and the hurricane lamp on the dresser for a lovely romantic evening alone with my words and some camomile. It is a good night for reading, it is a good night for dreaming, and if karma will allow it will be the set up for a good day tomorrow.