We hit a low point in our home this week.
We ran out of our usual tea.
If there was ever a sign that Fall was kicking our butts this is it.
Tea is the currency of our little kingdom here on Steveston Highway.
It is how we start the day.
And by we, I mean Allan makes us tea and we have it in bed every morning.
Days do simply not begin without tea.
It is also essential to the "Honey I'm home" time of the day.
The barometer of the day is "One cup or two?"
Red tea pot for two, brown betty teapot for one.
So when I tasted the tea this morning and knew were into the hidden emergency stash I knew..... what my body and my mind already knew....I knew.....we officially have Fall Fatigue.
I wanted to believe the absence of soccer and teaching for me would lead to a serene Fall, quiet evenings, crackling fire, red wine, hearty soups...
The flurry of Fall activities both planned and unplanned have left us a little breathless. My work has been plain crazy and after a great AGM last night I decided a day off was needed. My challenges with sleep are worse than ever and though I didn't sleep any better last night I snugged under the covers a little longer than usual. I spent the morning accomplishing several errands I have been trying to get to for weeks (new jeans yay - one size smaller than the last time yay yay!), passport photos (nothing to yay about that), some christmas shopping, groceries....
The arrival of snow on the local mountain tops heralds winter and I am ready to bundle up and dive in.
I am done with Fall.
Bring on snowflakes, hot chocolate, crackling fires, red noses, brisk walks, christmas lights and carols.....
Ahhh enjoying this moment of unrealistic anticipation...with a cup of tea.
Have a great weekend friends.