Quiet day
Today was a very quiet day. I pulled open the blinds and was greeted with an expanse of gray sky that looked like it held the promise of snow. Instead it just drizzled rain. When I was a kid we lived next door to a house whose roof was the exact color of the sky right before it snows. From October through April, every morning I'd look out the kitchen window; if I couldn't see the roofline, then I knew it was going to snow.
I ran out of decaf last night and instead of settling for high octane this morning, we all bundled up and headed for Dunkin' Donuts. The town has put up Christmas decorations all around the Salem Common and it looks, well, lovely. We got back home at 11, an hour past Henry's naptime so I decided to keep him up until after lunch. He was fussy until I gave him food (surprise, surprise) and then he slept for three glorious hours in the afternoon. I spent that time reading a book my dad got me, taking a long shower, and watching part of Coffee and Cigarettes.
I've been fighting off a headache the last few days so I wasn't in any mood to prepare any kind of dinner. We headed back out into the wilds of Salem to scare up some sushi. We went to the restaurant via a side road that goes by a house that used to put up all sorts of holiday lights, complete with electronic Christmas music. They haven't put anything up yet, but it's still early in the season. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.