Patience has its rewards . . .
For example, it is impossible to properly mull cider in the microwave. It was actually autumnish yesterday and today -- I just about needed to put on my coat on the way home from the opera. And there are Jonathan apples at the grocery store, so I think I'm going to invest in a mill and make enough applesauce to last for a while (this won't make sense to anyone outside the family, but trust me, they're special apples). So, here I sit with cider (simmered on the stove) and the windows cracked a bit, and feel properly Octobrish, and don't mind it all so much.
Back to writing a midterm. Cheers.
Back to writing a midterm. Cheers.