Our mother shoulda just named you Laika.

Having a quiet night tonight: it's grey and misty and raining chilly rain outside, so I am inside knitting socks, catching up on my TV shows (all two of them), and cooking Ethiopian tomato-and-honey chicken. My toes are cold; I had to put on the heat last night. This clearly means the Annual Fall Nesting has commenced. I think I'm going to bake tomorrow. Hot baths are also appearing on the radar.

(Which reminds me, time to stock back up on my schmancy artisan Canadian-made independent-business nice-smelling aromatherapy it's-got-clay-innit bath salts. Yum.)

And even though the book I'm supposed to be writing is still miffed at me for walking out on it for a month even though I legitimately had to do something else *cough cough ahem*, The Enchanted Generation nudged a piece of the arc of conflict into my pocket while I was blanching tomatoes, and it lets me know what happens in the third quarter. Which was an open question, and I admit the answer kind of makes me cackle.

And...this is autumn.

I like autumn.