This summer, I thought fall was hurtling towards me, like summer was flying by. And, in retrospect, I still feel that way. I didn't get enough done, I didn't do as much as I wanted, I certainly didn't write my comps in a timely manner (that one is done, thankfully). But as fast as summer went, fall is going even faster.
My grandmother always told me that time got shorter the older you got. I believe this now more than ever. Somehow it is November 19th. I don't know how how. I can't tell you where September, or October, or even the first half of this month went. All I know is that it went to fast.
Not much has changed here. Got a roommate, who I love - seriously, this guy rocks. (And no, not that kind of roommate. Totally PG.) Cat's still miraculously alive. I'm still short. Like sands in the hourglass and so on.
Christmas is coming up. This is too fast.