I haven’t blogged in over a month. Yikes. I could make a ton of excuses, but really I just haven’t gotten around to it. Fall has fell, and left me a bit lethargic in its wake.

In theory, I love fall. Summer is gross, and I’m never sad to see it leave. I like the fall weather, the colours, the promise of winter (don’t hate, winter is lovely), but unfortunately I always end up in a bit of a fall funk.  The urge to hibernate means all I want to do is throw on a hoodie, these, and curl up with endless episodes of Homeland and/or Community.

Fortunately for my (and my roommate’s) sanity, that’s not all I’ve been doing for the past 30 days.

• My best friend had a baby, and I am in love.
• I chopped all my hair off.
• I spent Halloween, the greatest holiday of all, with my droogs, and a couple people actually knew what my costume was.
• I handed control of my dating life over to my good friend Anthony. He is enjoying this process far too much, but apparently has a few good prospects (I instituted a strict “no dates” rule until after my birthday. I am going to end my 20’s drama free).

I’d like to leave you with this heart-wrenchingly beautiful poem by Troy Jollimore, courtesy of the TTC’s Poetry on the Way.

In November the hours are slower: winding-down weather; the fresh lather of a first snow.

The winter, with its months of hospital afternoons waits huddled just over the border:

And ice will make all the distances that much further.

Speak now, kiss now before the river freezes all together.