How strange it is to be anything at all.

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It’s such a relief when the leaves crisp and change. Mainly because my grandma’s recipe book is 85% dessert, and pie is so much better when the weather barely waits for winter (pumpkin pie, specifically, is what I whipped up today). I use a century-old recipe for crust, and the secret is a 1/2 tablespoon of cider vinegar cut in at the end. Today, we added an extra down blanket to the bed and took hibernation in the form of a long afternoon nap. Mainly I think of weekends in the context of days exactly like today. Waking to the dog warming the spot at my feet in the bed. Errands to the post office and for morning bagels in Windsor. A walk in the Great Park to check on the deer.  A little laundry action. A cozy little nap. Pie-baking. An evening spent with a few drinks and some Beatles Rock Band. Having nothing to do in general, and a whole open day for tomorrow.

It’s such a relief when the leaves crisp and change. Mainly because my grandma’s recipe book is 85% dessert, and pie is so much better when the weather barely waits for winter (pumpkin pie, specifically, is what I whipped up today). I use a century-old recipe for crust, and the secret is a 1/2 tablespoon of cider vinegar cut in at the end.

Today, we added an extra down blanket to the bed and took hibernation in the form of a long afternoon nap. Mainly I think of weekends in the context of days exactly like today. Waking to the dog warming the spot at my feet in the bed. Errands to the post office and for morning bagels in Windsor. A walk in the Great Park to check on the deer.  A little laundry action. A cozy little nap. Pie-baking. An evening spent with a few drinks and some Beatles Rock Band. Having nothing to do in general, and a whole open day for tomorrow.
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