Björn just went jogging and I ate a whole box of spiral macaroni and cheese while he was gone. Sigh.And, I'm still hungry.
It kind of turned into fall here overnight, which gives me hope that December will indeed come this year. With the weather turning cold, it gives us the chance to play our favorite game: How Long Can We Go Without Turning On The Heat? Our rich-ass neighbors apparently have a fireplace and have been using it. It makes the air outside smell like Winfield, which makes me kind of wistful and sad. Maybe I should put on some bluegrass music.
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