Not Broken, Just Bent.

I'm sitting here, in my cube, thinking about the summer, and how it's no longer streching out before me, and I find myself looking forward to fall. The cool bright days, just right for a fuzzy pullover, and the spicy smell of leaves and apples and pie and all the good things that fall brings.
With it, the eventual winding-down - the time before the winter sleep, where we have escaped the frenzied pace of summer, and are sipping hot cidar, and smelling the burning leaves.

Tomorrow is the first day of summer, but I feel I've already lost summer. It's whipping along much too quickly for me to enjoy it, not that I much enjoy the sticky-hot "ILoveYouDon'tTouchMe" weather anyway, but it seems to be slipping away even more quickly. I haven't been out to my parents since mother's day, I still don't have a 4-legger of my own, though at this point, it's unlikely to ever happen, at least while his 4-leggers are with us, which just depresses me. I don't want to actively wish for something to croak, especially not his critters, but it means I can't have one, on the off chance that something might happen.
Haven't been kayaking
Haven't been horseback riding.
Haven't planted anything remotely resembling a garden, really more a cluster of decorative weeds, none of which i have a desire to eat.

Haven't done a lot of things, but the Autumn, with it's colors and shorter days and cooler air leands an air of "It's OK. Really. Stop running around and Apprieciate me."


I'm always tired and feel I've never gotten enough done. I want to be able to sit, and relax, but I phsically can't unless I know everything is done and taken care of. (Sometimes, not even then, but only after.)
I want the fall, and the easiness it brings me.

- k.