Chillin'

Not much on my mind tonight...just thinking about all the things I need and want to read and how I have got to catch up on my magazines. I have three sitting on my countertop right now: Health, InStyle, and Restoration Hardware--all with crisp, fresh pages to turn, unwrinkled. My school work readings alone are enough to bear and so my readings for pleasure and all else tend to take a back seat.

Carrie's in the next room zonked out on the pullout and Isaac's in our room. He fell asleep at 8:30 after one glass of cabernet. The usual.

I've got Titanic on, which I'm not really watching--trying to motivate myself to get up and brush my teeth to get all the popcorn kernels out of my mouth. My fingers are greasy from the butter residue, too, which annoys me when I'm trying to type.

Today was a gorgeous day, wasn't it? It really felt like a touch of fall had swept the air. I have to say that this is the first year in a loooong time that I remember seasons actually feeling like seasons. Winter was brutal - major snowfalls trapping us inside for days and freezing winds chilling us to the bone. Spring was breathaking as usual and soothingly led us into summer, which was hot as ever. I can't remember the last time we had a HOT summer. I mean this summer was brutal. But that is what summer is to me: hot-sweaty-sticky. There were plenty of days for pooling-it and several for shorts-wearing, which I never do. And now, fall is on it's way and has started with just the first week of September it seems. Soon enough, pumpkins and hay will fill our doorsteps (at least my sister's) and scarecrow flags will adorn our mailbox stands. Kids will be back in school and thick sweaters will cover our shoulders. The mint mochas and gingerbread lattes will be back on the Starbucks menus and the leaves will begin turning orange.

I'm not quite ready to say bye to summer yet, though. I already miss the OBX trip and the 4th of July and Isaac's birthday party and the sangrias swooshing around in my glass. There is truly something about this summer that has been better than the rest -- I can't totally lay my finger on it. Maybe it's because I don't have a long commute anymore or I've been cooking more or reading more or relaxing more. Either way, it's fine by me.

Just got a ring on our doorbell from our neighbors telling us we (let's rephrase - I) had parked in the wrong spot. Woooops. At least I got to chat for a few seconds - they're nice!

See you all next time.