Autumn-Peek-A-Boo!

The lollapalooza that is autumn this year is about to come to an end.

I’m letting my psyche get all pruney in it.

It has to get me through the winter.

Not that winter doesn’t have a beauty all its own.

It does.

But autumn — lollapalooza, baby.

In other news ~

This morning, I watched fat snow flurries swirl through the air and thought about thermal undies, and where I could get them. Stat.

This morning, I washed my hair twice with conditioner before I figured out it wasn’t lathering because it wasn’t shampoo, and I thought about how a Molly Weasley Howler could have been used to prevent that scenario. The font on hotel guest amenities is teeny tiny.

This morning, I made steel cut oats with nuts and berries and flax seed and thought about Eggs Benedict — maybe a poutine version — with a side of maple bacon donut. No judging.

And finally, this morning I thought I’d better hunker down with the wip — work-in-progress — before the heroine does bodily harm to the hero.

Maybe he should bring her a maple bacon donut.

Okay. She just gave me the stink eye.

What?

TGIF, baby.

You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…

Elen