Boy.
It's looked like fall for a while. Gorgeous, if a bit nekkid in some spots and a little work in others.
It's felt like fall, too. Mostly perfect... although some seemed to know it was time to head outta Dodge.
(Geese. Real ones. Really.)
Others felt rejuvenated by the fall feel. Emma felt like singing...
and stalking the neighbor cows.
Kali felt like playing ball (oh, wait, she always feels like playing ball)...
and hollerin' about how good she feels, surrounded by sticks and stuff.
Sami feels like bein' on the prowl... as if she ever doesn't.
Randy and I feel like it's probably time to clean the heater, as much as I hate even pondering turning it on in October. Where's that global warming when you need it? Al? Al?
Anyone seen Al?
It's not just leaves falling this weekend. After promised flurries, we've been promised by the weatherman (yeah, I know) that we'll be back in gorgeous fall weather by the middle of the week.
And not a soul will complain, Al or not.
