It's very quiet in here. My building-mate was feeling sick so she went home early. Now it's just me, the ticking wall clock, and a big juicy fly. Sometimes little flies are quiet when they fly around. But this one is very talkative.
This morning we drove to Saginaw, my building-mate and me. I love driving down Coburg Road in the fall. It's misty in the morning, just a touch. Today we saw two burning piles of leaves in farmhouses' backyards. And I just adore all the pretty trees. The fall colors give the hills personality, rather than them hiding back in the periphery of our vision, all green-grey. Now they stand out and force you to admire them.