It really is autumn. When I leave the house in the morning for work, I feel a chill in the air. It even smells like fall. It's coming mes amis, it's coming.
Just like you can't eat the same things year round, you can't drink the same wines either. I think it's about time I bid farewell to all the lovely, minerally, razor-sharp German rieslings I've been guzzling for the past 4 months, and begin looking towards rustic, full-bodied, warming reds.
Another sign of the impending cold - my electric thermos is up and running in the kitchen. I can't survive without a steady and immediately accessible source of piping hot water. I drink green tea like my life depends on it. Sometimes, it seems like it does.
I'm Neocitran-ing the shit out of myself. Let's see if it works. I'm starting to feel a bit woozy...won't be long before I get knocked out. Good night, another work week starts anew, and I'll let y'all know how I'm feeling tomorrow.