is that all I get, two days of waking up bright? I mean, I still got up earlier than usual today but not until almost 8. Barely time for anything! Maybe I just need to respect my internal toaster doesn't pop til I've been asleep 9 hours. Maybe some days are just different. At least it again feels like fall in the morning. Fall, which no longer feels like a blue turtleneck sweater I used to wear, but has reverted to the first Seventeen magazine I owned, a back to school September issue. Sweaters and chestnut hair and plaid. Now that I live in a place where that is possible. "Now," as though I haven't lived here for four and a half years already.