bookends

My posts this month are like bookends to October... almost.
It has gotten chilly. I am wearing a scarf. I sit on the floor next to the furnace grate to eat my breakfast and read in the mornings.
While doing so this week, I noticed several books on E's shelf that I may be interested in reading. I think I'll spend these next 7 or 8 weeks reading and reading and reading my brains out, not necessarily trying to absorb or retain it all, but just to be bathed in others' words and thoughts.
That's right, folks, seven or eight short weeks are all that remain of Emily in Greensboro. In addition to reading until my face falls off, I hope to spend as much time as possible with all of YOU who live here. I love you, you know? And I'm going to miss you, more than I'll miss the Green Bean, and Jack's Corner, and Cheesecakes by Alex, and Foust Park, and all of Tate St., Simple Kneads, and my various homes over the past five years.