We're under a flash flood warning as spun-out hurricanes (turned storms) beat against our windows. My bed is fluffy and deep, though, so I'm content. Hot tea, a book, a chocolate lab and five pillows spell one cozy, rainy night.
Speaking of cozy, I can't wait for fall. Yesterday, in a book store, I caught sight of this book and yearned for autumn. I crave October and November like some people crave chocolate. Or caffeine. Lately I've been set on crackling fires and apple cider and striped socks and simmering soups. And leaves. Always the leaves. I was hoping to have a leaf-strewn cottage yard by late fall, but I'm still several thousand dollars short. I will have my garden, though, and I can't tell you the hope that gives.
That, and this: I'm registering this week to take violin classes at the local community college. I've owned a violin since college but haven't learned to play. It's on my list of 35 things to do before I'm 35. That and speak Hebrew. Understandably, I'm tackling the instrument first.
Oops. Need to go. Apparently a certain adorable pup needs to go outside. Better get the raincoat....