I realize we only fell back an hour, but it feels like so much more. I could happily sleep for a week or two. Who the hell decided we needed to save daylight? Or that we even could?
(This reminds me of an "experiment" I conducted in 11th grade physics class. I set an open jar on the window sill and told the teacher - Mrs. Lee-Poy, lovely woman with a remarkable sense of equanimity - that I was attempting to catch photons. (She rolled her eyes. I had that effect on no small number of teachers). I never caught a single particle, nor was the jar knocked over by a massive wave, proving, to my satisfaction, that light was neither a particle nor a wave, but probably involved wizards and/or pixies acting in some as yet unspecified way. BOOM! This is how science gets done, people!)
It was sunny and cold today, which beats gloomy and cold by a long chalk. All the Japanese maples in the neighbourhood are stunning at the moment. Looking at them is an excuse, if not exactly a reason, to leave the house.
All the Halloween stuff is half-price. Consequently, my husband felt compelled to buy one of these hats, for having:
Not my actual husband, just some guy in a stunning foam lobster hat.
They had a bunch of these Chris March foam wigs. They are great.
I also scored a box of 95 Skittles products for $5. Don't judge - I will put them in Christmas crackers (the English kind, not the Ritz/Keebler Elves kind. Yuck.) if I don't need all 95, well, we'll cross that bridge when our expanded hips come to it, won't we?
Dr. Who is lovely and dark right now. I kinda like it that way. But someone needs to feed Peter Capaldi a cookie.
Tomorrow, there will be a topic! A real topic! All hail conformity!