Today was one of those days where I drank in everything that is fall in Omaha. Driving around town, having lunch in the Old Market, was gorgeous. It was cloudy, so the changing leaves didn’t compete with a brilliant blue sky. I wore my orange wool coat from the Gap for the first time this season. (Lovely.) It was chilly, too. Sweaters make me smile, as do vanilla steamers from the 13th Street Coffee House, be it in Omaha or Bellevue. (Sigh.) They make me feel so warm and toasty inside.
Then there’s Frank the Cat, who’s acting crazy tonight. Could be the weather. Could be his kitten-y ways.
Fall is here. Now, come give me a hug.