Make like a tree

While I will always hate fall—because it signals the death of summer and portends the hellscape of winter plus it somehow compels everyone to talk about pumpkin spice, which is neither delicious in anything nor funny in jokes—this tree is kinda pretty. Plus the weather was kinda perfect for a run just now. Plus I ran three miles at an 11:19 pace, which is faster than I’d mentally budgeted for.

Now I’m off to shower and work up a sweat anew at Elf dance rehearsal. Which also—but in a charming, jazz-handsy way—portends the hellscape of winter. But I choose not to think about that.