I don’t know about you, but as much as I love Christmas, sometimes I’d really love the chance to enjoy the autumn aspect of late October and November on its own.
Do you know what I mean? You go into the store thinking “cinnamon and Thanksgiving” and come out with a head full of Christmas carols, a cart full of snowmen and tinsel, and that nagging feeling you’re way behind on your Christmas shopping, but November hasn’t even started yet?
I don’t know about you, but my kids are on summer break, and I’m really getting used to waking up at seven or eight for work instead of six a.m. Not everyone is a morning person, after all. I’m not—I like to say becoming a parent forced me to pretend I am, but left to my own devices, I’d probably roll out of bed at ten each day.
There’s something about the smell of freshly brewed coffee that knocks my socks off. Do you know what I mean? It’s especially strong on those mornings when I’m bone-weary and I stayed up too late the night before with a sick kid, or just replays of my to-do list running circles in my mind. The alarm will go off, and I’ll be tempted to hit snooze. Again. And again. And then that scent drifts in from the kitchen, and suddenly I’m staggering to the coffeepot, and presto. The day has officially begun. I used to have a motto: I run...