what fresh hell is this?
I am breaking out like I am 15 again. And if I told you the amount of coffee it takes to wake me up in the morning, you might be amazed. Then again, academia + caffeine = tenure. Or something like that.
The trees are turning and the crisp weather is just right. The birds have finally begun to migrate and hopefully Willa will stop shedding the winter coat she has begun growing.
All things are possible in these blue sky days with crimson leaves making lacy patterns. All things.