The trees are changing colour, the sun is that gloriously warm yet not shvitzy-hot, the days are shorter, my waking up repertoire consists of jumping from my bed, straight to my cupboard and throwing anything on before my tits freeze off.
Third World Ant and I spent a peachy afternoon drinking wine on a blanket at Zoo Lake yesterday. Then meandering through the [mostly hectically twee] art pieces at Art in the Park, and ending off with a pizza at the Bowling Club with Third Roommate. It was a good distraction for both of us.
Winter has arrived. Perfectly paralleling my sad mood.