Oh, No, ‘Tis The Season!

It’s my favorite time of the year. Nothing has happened.

I mean, there was a flying sausage terrorizing us, which later turned out to be a chipmunk; there was the fascinating series of romanced lucid dreams that visited me during the past weeks; there was the wet peregrination in the rain that we had to do, from store to store, yesterday, because the rain was not stopping us from eating and shopping and we seem to be foreign to umbrellas—and I wanted to test the resistance of my shoes, or is it the résistance?—oh, and it feels like it is the season… but other than that…

Besides Spring, the fall is my most productive time of the year. So it’s not THAT productive. I don’t give myself time to read, or do anything besides eating good food mindlessly. I walk everyday one hour, to see the trees.

It has come to my last empty promise. I may actually mobilize, spring into action, yet, I write this right before bedtime. Ha, oh, no, this is my favorite season.