They all fall down

The leaves, that is. They're the ones doing the falling. It's almost fall. Actually, is it fall? When's the change? Did I miss it? Well, anyway, it is fall and, without a doubt, my favorite season. There's a crispness to the air and the crunch of leaves under foot that feels like home to me. There's very little about the fall that doesn't appeal to me. I'm even excited for leaf raking when the time comes (not quite yet but my backyard's getting there).

There's really only one thing about fall that I find vexing. Not even vexing. A bit troublesome, perhaps. Anyway. It's what to wear. One of the things I get excited about this time of year is the reintroduction of warm and fuzzy sweaters into my wardrobe. But, because it's fall and it IS Michigan, a fuzzy sweater day could be followed by a shorts and tank day. Like today. It's supposed to get close to eighty degrees eventually. That's hard to believe with how chilly it was this morning and even harder to dress for when you're still chillled from the first hours of daylight.

It's not just a question of do I wear shorts or jeans. Or even, t-shirt or sweater. Oh no. There's quarter-length sleeves and capris pants to consider. Not to mention what do you wear on your feet. Are you going to be warm enough in sandals? Do you need socks? Can I ge away with wearing a sweater with sandals? Shorts with trainers? What about a light jacket? Would that solve all my problems?

Well. I'm off to stare at my closet and hopefully the right outfit will jump out at me. If not, well, that will certainly be awkward when I run to get groceries later.

Being Sick Sucks

First of all, we're not talking about the usual kind of sick associated with Joy. I mean, yeah, I'm one sick puppy at times. Or at least an inappropriate puppy. Or Captain Inappropriate as it says on my JLA membership card. Or, y'know, it would if the JLA would let me in.

Anyway. I'm sick. Ill. Under the weather. Not feeling quite up to snuff. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

I have a cold that is mostly presenting itself with a persistent and annoying cough. And insomnia. Yeah. The most important thing you can do when you're sick is to drink plenty of fluids and get plenty of rest. But will my body cooperate? NO! My doctor, a lovely woman, even gave me this super powerful cough suppressant that is, essentially, supposed to knock me out so that I can get some much-needed sleep that has been sorely lacking the last week. It's been almost two hours since I took my first lovin' spoonful and I'm still awake. Oh, sure, I'm a bit tired and I'm sure most of this post won't make much sense when I go to read it later, but so far I've not felt the tug of dreamland and it's making me a mite cranky.

And, wonder of wonders, I've got a bit of a fever and I'm very warm. You'd think that'd be a good thing since this is me we're talking about and I am perpetually chillled but, oh no, being overwarm just means that I'm having an even more difficult time getting comfy for the sleep-thing. I'm about to crawl into bed, turn the fan on high and point it in my direction and see if maybe, just maybe, the heaviness my eyelids are finally experiencing will yield the comforting results of a good night's sleep.

Let's hope.