The first little indication of an ideal autumn is in the air. The weather has cooled down and the last couple of mornings have been dewy and cool, slightly overcast. A foretaste. A pleasure.
It won't last. It never does. Soon the winds will start to howl and the real Southern California autumn will set in: hot, dry and hellish.
I just bought the new Porcupine Tree album, but am too tired to listen to it now. I'm looking forward to Saturday's show in Los Angeles. I've missed PT the last 3 times they've passed through here--enough is enough already.
We've gotten far enough into the school year--meaning that this is the first actual full, 5-day, all-day week we've had--that the complaints about school lunch have begun. Since when does the daughter hate rye bread? Since today apparently. I think that as big a pain as it will be, I'll inform her that she can make her own lunch. *sigh*
A real blog post tomorrow. In between buying extra school supplies, fulfilling the book list I just got and grocery shopping.
And figuring out why the air conditioning is making that noise.
Halloween is coming, too. Did I mention I'm a room mother?
Go listen to some good music: "S.O.S." from the album ABBA by ABBA. Okay, seriously. Why is my life so ridiculous?