It's a nice cool morning that feels finally autumnal. The red berries in the dogwood almost look like they're bleeding into the leaves around them, leeching in the color. The moon was up in the blue sky over to the west. How is this year going by so fast, but these September weeks are crawling slowly.

I feel angry all the time about work, and when I start to articulate it to myself, I just get angrier. I keep thinking this should be easy: if I'm so miserable, go. I'd make more money and every week wouldn't have some new terrible thing to dread. When I'm not angry about it, I just feel so tired. I've got to resolve something about my attitude before we get into the truly dark months and I'm trying not to sink in a puddle of terrible depression just from the season. Something to work on. 

Ugh. But all I want to do is drink like... a Legends brown ale or a shitty Octoberfest in a field while the late season sun is still warm but the air is crisp and watch the woods grow dark and purple as evening comes on.