I hate fall. I hate the whole end of summer, end of fun, beginning of school, getting dark early crap. Yes, the leaves are pretty, but soon everything will be dead and grey and bleak. I don’t get the February blahs, I get them in the fall. I can’t wait until late December when we begin to have more daylight... Been dragging myself around all week. Thankfully heading down to see Mike next weekend. Haven’t seen him since August. That’s also part of this blah period... I miss him. Yes, we talk every day, but, you know...
OK - whine over.
Oh - and I’m going for a sleep study tonight. That’s just a statement of fact, not a complaint.