:: enjoying cool, almost chilly nights, and planning Halloween shenanigans. Fall is my absolute favorite time of year.
:: ecstatic that there is finally an end in sight to Bret's video game and all the long days. Right now he has to work every stinking Saturday. Meh.
:: feeling tired of competitive running, ready for the zen-like, cool breeze runs sans-watch in my neighborhood with the dog, as we watch sunsets start to paint the sky.
:: harvesting basil (yay, a baby plant resurrected the giant plants that hit the ground with a resounding gasp sometime in early September), sage, thyme, rosemary, and mint. Soon: tomatoes. Fall tomatoes? Believe it or not, I have probably a dozen tomato blossoms on the plant that somehow, with the dedication of a true trooper, made it through the summer. While some are eating root vegetables and collard greens, we will be having tomato and basil in November. Weird.
:: wanting a road bike, starting to hunt Craig's List for the perfect used and only slightly abused.
:: enjoying quinoa! Delicious with refried black beans, soyrizo, and a little srinkling of goat cheese.
:: riding not too much right now, but am dying for a sunrise push up and down the sloping hills of hwy 360.
:: holding onto my hubby during the short times he's at home.
:: thinking Frankenberry treats would be awfully corn syrup laden but tasty.
:: grateful for a lot, I'm a lucky lady. But especially right now, my cousins, and siblings, siblings-in-love, and the beautiful babies they have all had.
:: anticipating Halloweeeeeeeen! I am going to make a fury costume and be horrible to look at.
:: itching to cook and bake and have the house constantly smelling delectable.
:: wishing that the Bastrop fires would quit already.
:: wondering if we will ever recover from the rainfall losses.
:: hoping for a nice long stay in Hot Springs over Christmas! I haven't had Christmas with my mom in a few years.
:: remembering when I was little and Aunt Mae was younger, the way she pampered us with amazing food and still does with love powerful enough to move mountains.
::Imagining what life will be like when Bret is able to leave work at a reasonable hour.