In the fall the skies sometimes start to cloud up in the afternoons and make for quite a spectacular sight:
Fall is also the time of colds and flus. We’ve all gotten our flu shots, and there have been little colds here and there. We had barely left the farm property yesterday when the Little Man turned himself into a geyser He got sick. He’d been complaining about his tummy, but we took it as commentary on what he did or didn’t want to eat. We had to pull over and spend about 10 minutes getting everything cleaned up. Despite everything, the mess was relatively contained and, of course, the Little Man felt much better after it was all done.
It did mean that the afternoon and evening were somewhat muted. The Little Man napped and I sat in his room with him while he napped just in case he felt sick again (he didn’t). I made use of the time, catching up on various science reading, and more or less finishing the current issue of Rolling Stone. I’d planned to get in some more writing yesterday–I added about 1,100 words to my work-in-progress in the morning–but there just wasn’t time.
Still, it was a fun day. The fall is on its way. The weather is changing; the air is crisper and soon the trees will be in full riot.
Compared to L.A., this is heaven.