Antsy

It is mid-August, and the high today is 79 degrees. Unbelievable. Where I'm from, that's October weather. This is the time of year that I start jonesing for fall, just can't wait. It's my favorite season, absolutely, and I can just feel it hovering. There was something in the air this morning, not just the coolness, that felt autumnal. Certain bird-sounds? Smoke? The direction of the wind? I have no idea. It's a heady feeling because the arrival of fall always wakes me from the usual summer stupor and energizes me in every direction, but I'm already charged with so many projects happening. I feel explosive but not in a bad way, just that there's not enough hours in the day to do everything I want. Work seems to get in the way, a waste of the best part of the day. But how else can I finance my projects? A necessary evil. Trips to Lowe's and Southern States have to happen between work and home. Dinner is quick to make and eaten late, once the daylight is fading.