Looks Like Fall, Smells Like Fall . . .

so it must be fall since it is almost mid october. problem is, my brain still thinks it's august. wait, did i write about this last month? probably. even though i'm completely obsessed with celebrating my birthday with cake, presents, flowers, presents, cards, presents (sensing a theme, huh?), i hate fall. it kills me when the leaves fall off the trees, the grass turns brown, and it seems like there's less than eight hours of sunlight a day.

it finally hit home when i was leaving work the other day, looked around the parking lot, and noticed that some of the trees are already completely bare. like all the leaves are gone and swirling around the lot, piling on the islands and bunching up around the curbs. of course, it's really noticeable in the morning when it's pitch black when i leave for work a little after 6:00 a.m. and doubly so when it's dark by 7:00 p.m. i'm not sure, but the loss of light is probably what saddens the spirit the most.

i'm far from ready to go into the cold and dreary, yet it's showing up by Wednesday. which is difficult to adjust to when your weekend temps are in the upper 80s. oh, how we long for the move to sunny florida where we won't struggle through the seasons. then we can kiss fall and winter so long, sayonara, buh-bye, and toss our icky winter wear away. i'm thinking a bonfire to celebrate the doffing of heavy coats, sweaters, mittens, etc. would be appropriate, but i bet the neighbors would have a cow. freaks!

and for all you suckas who think the changing of the seasons is just swell, you obviously haven't endured ice storms, heinous wind chill, bone-cold rainy days, sleet that coats your car to where you can't get it open, etc. it's a real treat.