leaves

I should probably break out the rake at some point, but I keep thinking that the moment I do another wave of leaves is going to fall. This for me is very much like the whole conundrum of making my bed in the morning. I’m going to get right back in it tonight and mess it up all over again. I just wrote a sentence that has never and will never cross Martha Stewart’s brain given that she has someone change the sheets on her bed every single day. I read that somewhere once, and now it occupies valuable space in my brain, space that would most certainly make the case for why I should get out there RIGHT NOW with a damn rake.