My last post was about preparing my closet for fall and it was so hunky dory scarves this and cute shoes that. Well, that was Saturday morning and Sunday took a turn for the worst. The apartment officially chilled over and I finally had to shut all the windows that had been opened for months. I kid you not: flies were clinging to window panes to die. It was vile, and the worst of it was I had to go to bed in socks. Yes, socks.
Sleeping in socks is a weird, claustrophobic habit to begin with, but since I’m someone who normally sleeps naked I felt like I was getting strangled. Or perhaps water-boarded. Too much? Well, we’ll settle on strangled.
I guess it’s time to get out the mugs and thick, fun patterned blankets, because, baby, it’s starting to get cold outside.