The good thing about changing to eastern standard time is that my mind thinks I am sleeping an extra hour. This is really nice when I wake up at 5:30 a.m.
The bad thing is that at 2:30, my mind thinks it is 3:30 and I am ready for a nap. Oh well.
It is really fall here now. The dogwood tree outside my window is red. The maple is yellow. Everything else is green, but that's South Carolina for you.
I am still fighting a chest/sinus cold that may or may not be pneumonia/sinus infection, and all I want to do is crawl into bed with cup of tea and a good book. I don't have a good book right now, and a stray thought flittered through my mind yesterday: If you don't have a good book to read, you ought to write one. It flittered out again, but who knows. Maybe it will come back with a more solid idea next time.