Hello, Fall

Denver cooperated and gave us some fall-like weather to usher in the season's first day. And by 'fall-like', I mean it was actually below the 90's. For once. All my beautiful potted plants have died, which is what happens when I forget to water them for days at a time and it's Sahara-level hot outside. But, alas, it's almost time to stick a million pumpkins out there anyways.

Lucy hates the fall festivities. Decorations annoy her.

I usually have class tonight, but it's Yom Kippur and while my teacher is repenting, I'm rejoicing that I get a night off. Bunny Mama needed a break. Even if it's just to grade. 50 papers are no joke. I may or may not have flipped off one of my classes today. They're cool with it.

So, I'm doing laundry and watching long stretches of Big Bang Theory in between grading papers. I need to hustle, though, because I pick up about 50 more papers tomorrow (for the extra grading job: read: vacay money).

We finally finally resumed Lit Society last night and it was so nice to get it going again, Frasier and Niles style. Nat King Cole was nice enough to read a Virginia Woolf book for us to discuss, since I'm a slacker and couldn't fit in any other reads. And I got to love on this one.

Ok, enough procrastinating. As soon as I return these papers, the honeymoon period of the semester is over. I'm a hard grader. There will be an adjustment period now.

Drink a pumpkin spice latte for me!