"It's wrong, but it tastes delicious"

I never cease to be amazed by how something as innocent as a walk down the street can turn into its own little adventure -- crime, deception, comedy... and tasty dumplings.

That was Thursday.

Yesterday, however, was spent at home, doing very little and eating very badly. I need fresh food. Already I can feel the scrurvy creeping up on me. By tomorrow, my teeth may have fallen out. And won't that be attractive, my dears? *smacks gums*

The leaves on the tree outside our apartment are started to be infected with yellow, fall-type leaves. This is distressing, as it leaves (oops, no pun intended) no doubt that summer is indeed over. I'm not yet prepared for six months of cold, snow, slush and ice.

I figure I've got until early November to keep using my bike, before having to retire it for the season. I really must get out of Canada as much as possible this winter.

Ironically, I love fall. But it carries such a burden.

The hag of winter will soon be upon us.