Over the weekend, the virus I’ve been “entertaining” finally kicked in. Honestly, it’s really nothing more than a cold and it’s not some foreign disease but rather something more common contracted from a sixteen-month-old child.
Aside from a slightly heavier-than-normal head and aforementioned child screaming into my ear just for fun, the weekend has been the September ideal you might always dream about. The house is clean, the laundry is finished, football has been watched, the dog was walked and pizza was eaten.
And the point of all this? Well, I think I am accepting that Fall is here. We will not utter the words “Summer is over” because that is entirely unnecessary. Rather, we will just say we like football and changing leaves and the Indian Summer-ish days that are upon us.
Mostly, I am loving it. Even when I’m seeing things through a cold-medicine haze, when you consider that the team won, there’s word that my sister’s husband is coming home from Iraq by Christmas, and there are beautiful things all around, it’s not hazy at all. In fact, it’s actually quite clear how good everything seems to be.
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