Monday Morning Blaze

Slept till nine o'clock, shockingly, which means that I have missed the gray cloudy mist that generally characterizes Monday morning. Instead I'm looking up at a blaze of autumn glory, pale blue sky, and fluffy white clouds. It feels sort of apocalyptic.

Why did I sleep till nine? you ask. Because I stayed up till midnight reading Stillwater while Matt fell asleep watching football. The patriots, I guess. Around midnight wandered in to find the kitchen a disaster so shoved eveything onto the stove, pet the cat, and bumbled to bed.

So, another busy weekend has come and gone. Although it feels like really it was the whole summer. That we've been running crazy and stressed for months and then, suddenly, on Sunday at four o'clock, it was all over. All the madness. All the quickly going on to the next thing. Done. October, usually the busiest month of my life because of all the wretched birthdays, stretches before me like a golden sea of calm and quiet.

Also, Matt's birthday is tomorrow and he wants peanut sauce. Said it was his favorite. “What! Really!?” I exclaimed. “You're just saying that because you're tired and confused.” Haven't made it in ages. Thought nobody even remembered it. So that will be nice. Aquiring a real jar of peanut butter, actually buying an onion.

So, there it is. A return to normal life. Maybe. Perhaps. Probably.