It's 10:12 a.m. Monday and I'm not really sure what to write about.
I'm sitting at one of a few dozen computer stations in the college's computer center, waiting to hear from Corrine, who is home doing the child care thing.
In the meantime, I've noticed it has suddenly become fall. My favorite time of year. But where was I during the transition? Usually I can tell when things are getting colder, trees are getting brighter.
This time, it's like I woke up and fall was here.
Which reminds me that since I started school I have not made time for Purple Holly (which takes place primarily during the fall) and that I need to. It's a good story, in the sense that it has potential. Only if I keep with it though.
I really don't know how people do this.
Back to fall. My favorite time of year.
Corrine and I are going to Vermont the first weekend of October, right on the cusp of the fall foliage change.
This same time last year, Corrine and I got married and headed to New Hampshire, where we stayed in a hotel, traveled through the White Mountains, and had a great time. The kids were with us then (Griff was just a few months old) so this year, we're going alone. And this time, farther west, to visit a good friend and watch a play she is directing.
It will be the first time in a long while that Corrine and I have spent time alone.
I can't wait.