This morning my watermelon socks came to hand, so I cheerfully pulled on a red shirt and a green sweater and scarf…only to realize that some might interpret my color choices as owing to some other kind of upcoming festivity.
Rudolph the Red Nosed Cat Who Ate Marinara
Ordered a new Apple Watch through Best Buy because I was getting a good trade-in, but now I’m stuck hitting refresh and hoping for a shipping notice. I want to resume life as an omniscient cyborg.
Today the leaves are browning edge inward, the vigor of summer giving way to the crisp crackle of fall.
How is it that some days are 57 hours long? Shouldn’t there be some science or math to prevent that from happening?