I hate when it rains for days on end. I get grumpy, depressed, and sometimes even so lackluster about doing chores or anything for that matter, that I just sleep. This is only a recent discovery about myself. Maybe just within the last year or two. I wonder what can be done to solve this problem?

Anyway, I had a pretty fun weekend, full of good friends, food and reminiscing. However, last night was not such a party when my stomach and head began to swim and I was shivering, balled up on the couch under the comforter and basically writhing in pain. I don’t know what it was that chose to ravage my body but after a power nap of two hours, I felt much better. Then Ash made me a sandwich and the world was back to normal.

I’ve been having random images pop into my head lately. This happens every year aroud this time, when we plan to take a trip to my parents’ house. I’ll see a flash of the 7-11 at the entrance to my neighbourhood, the homeless guy who stood on the corner by the I-4 exit near the Holiday Inn, downtown Winter Park, Whole Foods, Edgewater drive just as it reaches Colonial. These are flashes of memories, just brief glimpses into my past that I assume show up in my brain as a fond little nod to places I once held special. I say that I didn’t live in Orlando long enough to endear it to me, but maybe three years was enough. And maybe you could call it homesickness because maybe home is still where family is. I thought home was here, here where I live with my husband and three dogs, and the new little one, but I don’t ever randomly envision places around Tallahassee.

I think I am just really ready for all the holidays and upcoming events. First, there’s Halloween, which I’m actually not as excited about this year as I normally am. Then in early November my mom and sister are coming up so that Ash and I can stay one night at this bed and breakfast near here. Then Thanksgiving will be right around the corner and we’re staying at my parents’ place and my aunt and grandparents are coming. Before I know it, it will be time to put up the Christmas tree, move the side table across the room and set up my little village. Holiday songs will abound on the radio, the weather will be cold and everything will feel crisp and vibrate with the excitement of the Christmas season. Then Ash’s family will come for a visit and Elliot will be nearly four months old (!!) and, and… I suddenly feel like I’m rushing time, speeding things up just to get to things like this. I need to slow down and enjoy where I am right now.

And I also need to wash the floor.