Well, if we really are going to be slow cooked by all of the methane under the sea, I certainly hope we have more 75 degree days in November.  I love running in a tank top and shorts this late in the year, it is like cheating death.  Hah.  Or at least Old Man Winter….

Tuesday is the most beautiful of all days.  It is a day for coffee, for watching the birds fly, for watching the deer munch crunchy mountain delights.  It is a day for pink clouds, taking time for myself, and eating lunch at a relaxed pace. Moreover, it is a day to hang out with pine trees, rocks, and my underworked lungs. Make cookies, sure! Work on the to do list, but of course! Attack homework at a leisurely pace, my pleasure.  Nothing in the world can take away my zen on a tuesday.   Ahhhhhhhhhhh….