Ah, autumn is here. October. Why, it seems like only last week we were suffering triple-digit temperatures, afraid to open our windows late at night because it was still 90.
Oh, wait. That was only last week.
I've been pining for true autumn weather, shaking my fist at shimmering heat mirages on the road and saying, "I have sweaters and boots, and I'm not afraid to use them!"
The good news is that chilly temperatures arrived yesterday. The bad news is that any major change in the weather sets off doomsday alarms in my head, so I spent most of yesterday curled in a ball, clutching my head, and feeling psychedelic levels of sea sickness although I live near the desert. I had to drive my eldest to school early in the morning, and that was terrifying -- I could see the road just fine, but my peripheral vision was full of swirling shadows, and my head was full of stabbing pains like acupuncture gone wrong.
So, no blogging yesterday. My only thought was, "Ouch," the laptop screen was too bright for my eyes, and Mother Nature was standing over me with a baseball bat, saying, "You wanted to have your cake and eat it, too? Eh? Eh?"
Today is pain free so far (knocking wood), and I gleefully dressed in tall boots, a heavy cotton shirtdress, and a long cardigan to walk my son to school. I even made it back home minutes ahead of the rain, so my new boots didn't melt. Gotta waterproof those things.
On the writing front, I'm trying to decide on a story for NaNoWriMo. Right now I'm contemplating a prequel set in the 1950s.