September flipped a switch. Just two weeks ago we had a steady stream of 75 degree days. Suddenly, we are in Fall. Summer ended by slamming its door shut.
When I began packing for this move at the end of August, I hustled all my fall and winter clothes into boxes. You saw the photo of my living room. My brother, up for the weekend to help me (for the third time), and I had to pull apart those stacks to find the box labeled Fall Clothes, no easy feat. It's freakin' cold out already and I hadn't a sweater in sight.
Today it was in the low 60's. Warm enough for both me and Oliver, so we got on our bikes and hit the trail. Nearby there is a bike trail that takes us all the way down to the lakefront, ending near our favorite coffee shop. We got a late start, and we haven't done a lot of "training" this summer, so we only went for a 3 mile ride.
The fresh air and endorphins worked in my favor. The dark clouds parted way for sunshine and finally peace. No stress. No angst. No sadness. Even some healthy thoughts about how I deserve better and "he" wasn't all that great anyway.
I am guessing there will be more days like yesterday, but I'm hoping for more days like the second part of this one.
Only a few more days left in this house. We're bare bones here, but there seems to be so much to do yet. We move Saturday (my friends come to get the boxes); the movers on Monday. I'm crazy busy with work too. This should be an interesting week.