Ooh, look, Rebel Prince is all tarted up for Halloween. Mmm, orange-y.
I love this time of year: the chill in the air, the holidays, the food–though I realize you can just go to, say, Boston Market, as Thom and I did last Friday, and have a Thanksgiving-like meal any day of the year. What I don’t love about fall is the return to standard time. It gets dark so early. Granted, I’m a night owl, but leaving the office after sundown makes you feel like you’ve been at work forever. And tonight I have class, so I’ll be getting home later than usual.
Speaking of work, I guess I should put the visions of pumpkin bread and caramel apple cider dancing in my head on pause–for now–and get back to the grindstone.