fall

About two weeks ago, my skin told me it was fall. Sure, all you people can go by the calendar. I go with what my rosacea says, and what it has been saying for two weeks is alternately "dry!" and "burney!"

Then too, I'm having trouble deciding tonight between a single malt and mint tea.

And what my stomach says is soup, or rice, or rice in soup.

The cinching factor? I'm downloading the first episode of the most recent season of Top Chef and wondering what to start knitting.