So as my previous post predicted/foreshadowed, I am currently cozied up in bed with a nice frothy glass of eggnog+rum (+ 2 ice cubes). If you haven't figured it out yet, that equation equals bliss.
I just got home from having a cozy, on-the-couch, tea-and-pumpkin-pie, and intellectual-magazine inspired chat at my chubi's home, and it made me feel so good. I missed her. Driving home from her house also made me remember why people move here and live here and raise their families here. There are rare moments when I remember that good old A-town means something to me. Not necessarily the town itself, but the memories and the people it holds. I like Autumn here. It feels cozy and homey. Maybe it's the Thanksgiving spirit that's getting to me...or maybe it's the rum in my eggnog, but I feel nostalgic and sappy. I guess at some point on Thanksgiving everyone should think about what they're thankful for.
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