lundi, octobre 09, 2006


This morning, my senses tell me that it's nearly autumn:
  1. Exhibit A: My shoulders were cold when I woke up, so I burrowed deeper under the covers and slept in.
  2. Exhibit B: The Bartlett pear I just ate. The ripe flesh yielded perfectly, and I'm still savoring its quintessential fall flavor.
The only downside: it's dreary outside my window, and I don't have soup for lunch.

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