So cold.

It is officially cold. I can't leave the house without a jacket (or an moth-eaten flannel, depending on how lazy/courtney love farmery I'm feeling). My oatmeal stockpile already needs to be replenished. I've taken to putting a quilt over my head when I fall asleep.

I miss Elmwood so much I could scream. I bet the leaves are peaking and the canoe is ready to be dragged out from the shed. The fireplace is definitely going. There is, most likely, a grilled cheese involved in this scenario.



Sadly, I'm sitting at my cold kitchen table, with cold toes and nary a grilled cheese in sight. Brooklyn, why must all of your fireplaces be non-functioning?!