Orange.

No, not the 'cuse, although I do love the mascot and once called the town home. I'm talking about the color that's in the air, on my clothes, everywhere. It's the season, and it's fuckin' AWESOME. This morning it was in the 30s, and the rest of the week is still supposed to be chilly. Of course, next week it's going back up into the high 50s, but to hell with that. Fall is where it's at.

We got the ONK/Tacoby Bellsbury sign on TV when we went to the Sox on 10/2 (see Facebook for photographic evidence), and the past couple of weekends Bill and I have been driving all over, up to the Topsfield Fair and out to Bolton to do some apple picking. The cold snap makes for good spooning, that's for sure. The Sox didn't make it past the ALDS, but the Phillies are still in it (and I know they're going to repeat, simply because THE YANKEES MUST LOSE).

Other than that, work is fine, the apartment is fine, and I miss my cat, but she'll be here soon enough. It's been one hell of a year, shitty in the beginning, but so very much better these past 3 months. I heart Bill so much that sometimes I think my head might explode.