progressions

I'm trying to notice things that are changing, so that I don't find myself saying "wow, that year was a blur".  That will surely happen anyway, but I guess it's my little effort at slowing down time. 

Queen's Park: from torrential downpours through the foliage to changing leaves that littered the ground in vibrant colour; and now to bare trees and fading hues sinking into the earth.

I've added another layer of fleece under my jacket to combat the cold, and I wore long-johns under my  jeans for the first time today.  Must seriously think of some way to cover my face. It's only -3 right now...

I counted four houses with Christmas lights up, the only consolation I've found for having to bike up Ossington in the cold.  I obsessively look at the number of gear I'm on, and I'm pretty sure I used to bike up from Bloor at 4. Then it went down to 3... 2... and today I could only make it on 1.  I blame the weather.

The lights are up at Christie and Bloor too. I like to think they're welcoming me home.

I actually have gotten to Unit Bet (i.e., 2) in my Hebrew book.  It's going at like... extra-slow-motion right now. I haven't even started seriously looking at my essays... it's kind of hard to justify studying something for fun.

I am glad I am making tacos for myself tonight. I need something warm and vaguely spicy.

Oh yeah, and the dead mouse outside in the alley I think has stopped decomposing.  At least, that's what I fear... I was kind of counting on him disintegrating down to his bones so that I didn't have to move him. I'll just keep walking by him with my bike and see how it goes.  Unless anyone is willing to come over and bury him for me....