Outside my windows, the yard is smothered in "sticky wet leaves" as my family affectionately calls the effect of a drizzling autumn rain on the mounds of golden, orange, and sienna leaves lying thick across our grass.
The Eyorish weather dictated leftover apple pie and milk for breakfast, and on my desk a lukewarm cup of coffee tempts me to refill the mug, a comforting antidote to the slight chill in the air and the dark gray haze outside.
My typing is intermittent with the cuddles of a two year old who (between bouts of mischief) insists upon laying his tousled had in my lap. The other members of our crew curl up mesmerized on the couch, watching Anne Of Green Gables for the first time ever. It is that kind of day.
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