I love the bipolar feeling of September.
This has got to be one of the only months that starts out freezing in the morning and ends up hot hot h-o-t in the afternoon. April can be the same as well, but not so much.
I get to wake up cozy under the covers, snuggled beneath the blanket and Jeffrey's arms, with a frosty tinted breath of autumn across my sleepy face. Then, we enjoy a bowl of piping hot oatmeal with frozen berries- it's like my morning all over again! The hot with the cold.
Another wonderful thing about this time of year (for me in this particular season) is the heat which causes swelling.
And now I can no longer reach my feet.
So long little feet.
Hello big cankles and ugly slip on shoes.
Just a few more months now.
I think it is time for a pedi, simply because I can't reach my feet anymore. They deserve a little bit of lovin'.