Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

"What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?"

"Don’t be morbid," Jordan said. "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."

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I’m so excited for Fall. There’s always that first day when you can smell it in the air, sense it in the morning just as you step outside. I’m so looking forward to that.

I’m so excited for Fall. There’s always that first day when you can smell it in the air, sense it in the morning just as you step outside. I’m so looking forward to that.

Reasons to be happy today

I get to sleep in tomorrow.
One of my supervisors chose me for a special project.
I remembered how much I can actually enjoy writing. When I like the subject, that is.
I brought my lunch to work today in a green mason jar and it’s so pretty and green and it didn’t crack or explode when I put it in the microwave so I was very satisfied.
Falafel.
A mint lemonada drink of some sort that I shared with the Aussie at dinner and that had a black licorice liqueur in it that tasted exactly nothing like black licorice.
The Aussie is intent with learning and singing Fifty Nifty and it gets a tad annoying at times because she has sung it approximately 3 billion times, quite loudly, but she memorized it all today after I showed her the song last night and I practiced it with her and we were singing (terribly) on our walk home from work and it was very entertaining.
Casual Fridays.
My cherry red docs.
You.