I was just saying the other day that I was finally ready for it to be fall. It had been unseasonably warm here, with bright sunny, even humid, days. The calendar said September; the weather said July.
However, fall has arrived in Tennessee. Today, at least, feels like fall. It was in the fifties here this morning. It hasn't warmed up all that much today and there's a breeze. I wore a long-sleeve shirt and it still felt chilly.
It is perfect sleeping weather, and my body is not providing much resistance. I could curl up a cool stretch of floor right now.
Tonight, after work, I will go home, change into boo pants, lay on the couch with a book, and, probably, fall asleep rather promptly. I'm drinking darjeeling now so that I can make it that long. (Two and a half hours to go! *sigh*)
While my wife is back on the road and I'm waiting on my monthly paycheck (come on, Thursday!), I am devoting this week to just going home after work and catching up on reading. Simplicity beckons.
“Boo pants” /interj/ - an exclamation against the hegemony of pants. /n/ - The “pants” or other clothes you wear on your lower extremities when you have “boo pants” moments. Generally marked by an elastic waistband. “Boo pants” include lounge pants, pajama pants, shorts, skirts, kilts, lingerie, underwear, nudity, etc. This blog celebrates “boo pants” in all their glory.
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