On November 1st, the official hangover of Halloween, I peered out my window to see that the weather was just as miserable as my headache. Grey skies, drizzling rain, cold, gusty wind, and an adorable dog who needed to empty his bladder standing on my chest and blinking down at me with his big brown eyes. You haven’t experienced selfless love until you’ve had to take your dog for a walk on a cold Saturday morning. I warned him that he was going to be sorely disappointed when his paws were wet upon hitting the pavement, but he insisted. Afterall, he’s a dog and though it’s debatable, he doesn’t speak English. Having nearly been blown away by the blustery wind and cursing my flimsy umbrella, we made it safely back inside where I decided to stay… for the rest of the weekend.
Though some tempting offers were thrown out, none were alluring enough to coax me from my cozy apartment. That’s when it hit me. Nesting season has begun and the brief magic of fall has come crashing down as fast as the fallen leaves. Plans will begin to dwindle until we all become hibernating animals slumbering until spring, so you may as well feather your nest and get comfortable.
LAFCO House & Home Champagne Scented Candle, C. Wonder Buffalo Check Tea for One, Barefoot Dreams In the Wild Throw, Jonathan Adler Marseilles Coasters
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