I feel as though I have announced the arrival of fall at least four times over the past two months, but it is being quite tricky to figure out this year. Just when I am prepared to pull out the down comforter, fall sneaks away again and I am left sweaty and wondering why I packed all my shorts under the bed.
Also making it feel like fall in our house: first day of a new job. Not at all unlike the first day of school- I fixed a big breakfast so he wouldn't get too hungry before lunch, he spent some time picking just the right clothes to wear, and the ever-trusty green lunchbox stayed at home. I totally remember not wanting to carry anything extra on the first day- probably just in case I had to make a run for it, or needed my hands for some previously unknown-to-me task.