I love the first days and weeks of the scarf and warm hat weather. Turning up the collar and “being brave” on the short walk from 70 degree home to pre-heated automobile. This is living.

Some days, I don’t know what to do with myself. Right now I have clue. Nothing sounds appealing. Not even “doing nothing.” I’m adrift until the evening’s plans kick in at 7pm. God this is dumb.

Chair Mountain with Resting Teen