I know I was all, "Hooray fall!!!!!11!" last time, but I must confess that I loathe one thing about it. In Indiana, fall means the onset of what can only be called the rainy season (often bringing wicked scary tornadoes and the accompanying freaky-as-all-get-out siren). It has been raining here since Tuesday evening. It's grey, it's cloudy, and I become instantly lazy.
I'm looking forward to oodles of sun this weekend when we explore a local cemetery to get in the spirit of Halloween.