autumn?

Should I blog just for the sake of blogging? Or should I wait until I have SOMETHING to say? SOMETHING doesn't have to be important, really, just noteworthy, at least in my mind. Um, so here is SOMETHING, whatever that means.

I like fall. I like tearing off the calendar on my desk. I like new months. I like new seasons. It's funny because in April or so I can't wait for summer. But in August and September I can't wait for fall. I guess it's good I live in Kentucky, where there are seasons but not extreme seasons.

I love getting into the bed at night, and sheets being cold for a few minutes before they are warmed with body heat. Then snuggling -- with blankets or my husband -- and sleeping so well. I think I sleep better in the fall. I like that the air conditioner isn't on, but the heaters aren't either. I love that feeling of being so warm knowing it's a bit chilly just outside the blankets. Although I hate that feeling for a split moment every morning when my alarm sounds.

I love layering clothes, particularly long-sleeved T-shirts. I like that the sun shines in the afternoon, but I need to wear layers at night. I enjoy hot chocolate, so I better learn how much insulin to take with that.

I'd say I like the football that comes with fall. But all my teams lost last weekend, so maybe I should just hold on to summer for a bit longer. And thanks to the Cardinals I can for at least a few more games. I like to watch Cassie's soccer games and now we go to Greg's cousins' games at Murray High too. Yeah, it's just sports, I suppose, but it's something fun for the fall with the families. (Oooh, alliteration. I love that, too.)

I don't like the word "autumn." It's awkward to me. And I don't eagerly anticipate winter like I do spring and fall. I could do without that season. But I do like sweaters and corduroy pants. But if I skipped winter, I probably wouldn't like the others. It's nice how it all works together for the best.