the changing of things

Fall has, um, fallen, and the temperature reflects the changing of the seasons. It's turning into jeans and sweatshirt weather, and I love it. That's just one of the many things I love about living in central PA. Every season is just long enough to build some anticipation for the next, and none of them last too long. When each new season rolls around, I think, "Now this is my favorite season."

Fall brings football (PSU and State High are undefeated at 2-0, but Levi's team is 0-1), cooler temperatures and lower humidity, and another group of incoming students into our middle school ministry. The crisp fall days mean the leaves will be changing, the woods will smell great, and another hunting season is just weeks away.

I started running again yesterday, and I am stinkin' sore. Sore shoulders from hunching them up as I run. Sore legs from trying to get back into running shape. Sore feet...just plain sore. Oh well, the price must be paid, I s'pose.

OK, gotta jet. Hannah Montana's on, and I haven't seen this episode. Miley's sleepwalking, and telling the truth. OK, love ya, bye-bye.