“The morning air whispers that autumn is finally here”

Each morning when I go out to feed Imp, it’s a bit cooler than the day before.
Today I was very comfortable in a long-sleeved shirt instead of my usual T-shirt until dinner time.
This is the time of year when a little space heater feels good in the morning, but you still need that air conditioner in the evening.

The blues came for me today

There's nothing to write, not really.

We went to town today, but we could have just gone tomorrow like we always do.
I checked the web page to see if Cowboy had jury duty, and he doesn't.
Not Thursday nor Friday.
But you have to wait until after 6 p.m. to find out, so we didn't know.

"Are you still watching?" Yes, Netflix, it's only Tuesday.

Badger and I really need to come up with a more workable routine.

With Cowboy sleeping in the living room all day, though, we're very limited in where we can go in this house.

If I knew a hundred percent for sure Raven wouldn't move back in, and if Heron would move his excess things up to his girlfriend's house, we could turn the spare bedroom into a little den.

Words cannot espresso how glad I am this opened ☕ 🫘

Badger has put up our singing Jack Skellington on the porch.
There's no way of avoiding him, and he's motion-activated.

Just a completely normal, slightly chaotic Sunday at home

I think I can safely say today was an absolutely nothing kind of day.

It's Sunday, so of course, Cowboy went to morning and evening church services.

Again, Sunday, so Badger and I stayed home.

Rainy days are for crossing off chores and catching up on blogging

I woke up to rain on the carport roof.
I love hearing rain pattering down.

It was 6:30 a.m., rather early, but I didn't see any need to keep lying in bed.
I woke up, went to the living room, and tried to clean up more of the blog posts.

I took the scenic route... mostly by accident

Today was a hair-raising adventure.

I found out neither Cowboy nor Badger does very well when things go wrong.

Heron headed to his girlfriend's house until sometime next week.
That's an important thing to remember for later.

Pumpkin spice and everything nice, it's October!

Hello October, and here come those dark, cold, gloomy months.

This was the first town day of a new month.

September Ended, Bringing Autumn’s Darker, Chillier Days

How are we already to the last three months of the year?
Here we are already to October and in two shakes of a lamb’s tail we'll be to January.
This year has flown by.

Same hours, same view, same old routine

I want to write every day to stay in the habit of writing.
But the truth is, some days it's a stretch to find anything to actually write about.

Whether we meant to or not, the days have a certain rhythm, a certain routine that we rarely deviate from.
We're creatures of habit, I think.

The neighbors just watched me curse, swat the air, and sprint away from my own carport. 10/10 performance.

Poor Cowboy woke up early.
For once, I was deep asleep and didn't even know he'd gotten up.

My inner alarm clock woke me soon after he got up, and I went into the living room.
Cowboy was still in the shower.

Dem bones Dem bones Dem dry bones

Today was town day.
Not much to say about that.
Thursday has been town day since 1990, unless something major comes up and we have to go another day.

Autumnal Equinox

"Patriot Day: Remembering the Lives Lost, Honoring the Heroes of 9/11"