I ate outside again today. It was warmer outside than it was inside. Every day I can eat outside, I'm convinced it's the last time I'll be able to this year. Surely it won't be warm enough again? It's already November. But nature surprises us. As does life. God's way of keeping us guessing. And no, I'm not saying this in reference to anything that's actually going on in my life. Just in general.
So I was reading the Bridget Jones sequel. I had heard that it was an update of Persuasion, but it didn't really occur to me until the chapter I just finished. An very Persuasion-like incident occurred, and one of the characters is even called Benwick. The connection didn't even come to mind until I was like, "What book does this remind me of?"
I can't believe that it's practically Thanksgiving. Time really does pass quickly. I've been thinking that a lot lately, but it's probably just the time of year. Almost the end of the year. It was just my birthday, which is definitely one of those things that makes you think about time passing. In July, you don't ponder time. You revel in the warm sun and running around and light traffic. In November, you scurry down the sidewalk, huddled in your coat, counting the days you have until Christmas and the number of presents you have to buy before then.
But at the same time, winter makes being inside so fun. You know you're all warm and you can hear the wind whistling by, but it doesn't matter. You're inside. You have a nice blanket and some hot chocolate and a book. And what more do you need?
Current song in my head:
Certainly not one from the Buffy musical! Damn. Various ones from the Buffy musical.