Saturday, September 09, 2006

Denial, denial, denial

(photo © Michael Jastremski for CC:Attribution-ShareAlike)

Every summer I grow accustomed to having a nice, toasty warm bathroom all day, despite the oven not being plugged in. This morning my bathroom was chilly. Not exactly cold, but definitly not warm, either. In the shower, I actually shivered a bit and wished that the beam woud be bigger. I toweled off with the cabinet closed, because the air in there was warmer than it was in the rest of the room.

In no way, however, do I recognise this as being a sign of fall. Neither is the scratchy, icky feeling in the back of my throat or the wolly sensation in my head a sign of the flu, which always goes around at that time of the year. Nope. Not a chance. It's summer, dammit. Late summer, perhaps, but still... The leaves might be turning yellow, but all sorts of things could be causing that. Maybe they're sick, or something.

I deny the existence of such a thing as fall, and I'll keep right on denying it until I see snow. So there.


Phil said...

Hi Choochoo, Thanks for visiting my blog. I'll be back to yours. You're funny.

choochoo said...

Thank you. You're welcome to pop by any time, of course:)