Change Changing Places

Today it stopped being Fall, and started being Winter.

[Edit/Add: No, it did not snow. Not to speak of, anyway, although a few flurries have periodically danced on the air throughout the morning. But most of the leaves have finally fallen, and it's very cold (33 degrees), and everything is grey in a decidedly wintery, not autumnal, sort of way. And I feel as though, even if warmer temperatures return, they somehow won't bring Fall back with them.]

Blog Malaise

I wish I could blog while I was driving. See, I write the most fabulous, literate blog postings in my head while I'm driving to work, or when I have some other fairly long road trip, like the one I took this weekend to the South Shore to meet my two college roommates for lunch. (One of whom, we figured out, I haven't seen for ELEVEN years. Seriously. Eleven. This is just wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.) Anyway, by the time I get back to my computer, all thoughts are gone, and I'm reduced to writing lists of recent album purchases. (Band of Horses, Guster, Modest Mouse, Muse, Silverchair, Sufjan Stevens) And wishing I was prolific and disciplined and could write daily postings filled with philosophical musings and interesting life tales that others would want to read. Alas, today, this is all you get. Malaised whining. My apologies.