changing colors
I love fall. If there's anything that's take my mind off how blind and decieved I've felt since the election, it's the fabulous weather we're having. It's so cool and beautiful, and the leaves are all at the peak of turning colors. I feel ashamed to be inside right now, sitting at my desk. I ought to go roll around in the grass beneath my window. That's still pretty much my office, right?

I forgot my lunch today, which would have been a bad thing except that I just made peanut butter and jelly anyway, which I can't stand to eat UNLESS I'm at the summit of a mountain or on a good, long dayhike. So I walked down to Sakura and bought myself a hot, steaming oyako-don (chicken, egg and onion over rice, for those who don't know). Sakura gets bonus points for having that on their menu. Staple fast food item in Japan.

I'm considering dropping my Reading/writing Japanese class next term. What shames me is that those are the areas in which I'm LEAST proficient, and I ought to study them, but the professor is so wretched and horrible that I can't enjoy the class at all. I'm putting the bare minumum into my effort and not learning much. I wish there were another class, or that I felt confident I could teach myself kanji more easily. Oh well.

Justin says he's feeling restless, wants to go somewhere, do something exciting. I'm usually the one, between the two of us, who is always wiggling my way into something new. At the moment, I'm probably the most settled and contented I've ever been, so it's quite thrilling for me to hear him suggest we adventure into something new. We've already gotten advanced scuba certifications together. Perhaps our next joint foray will be into rock climbing, although he already has a leg up on me in that one (no pun intended).

I wish the weather were like this every day, and that when it needed to rain, it would do so at night. I don't mind clouds, snow, or the occasional shower, but I find the Pacific Northwest to be infinitely more likelable when it's not being blanketed in freezing, damp mist. After another few winters of this, should my sweetheart still have a change in mind after his nursing program, maybe we'll journey somewhere east, or westward overseas to find a place where winter is better.