"Yes I would, if I could, I surely would."

Today was not cold fall. Today was wonderful. I just wish I were more energized. The black abyss that is your TV and the narrow valley that was my place on the couch did not aid me in my quest for sleep.
I like pictures that hang without frames. I like finding CDs that appear to be blank, and then you listen to them. Old mixes from seventh grade with "It's Raining Men" on them. Twice. I like mechanical pencils and crappy pens that bleed ink occassionally. I like paper clips, and not when they are decorated. I like when my family has dinner together, and conversation flows. I like when Katie does poorly at soccer; I will admit it. There is a sense of competition with my nine-year-old sister. And I like boxes. I like putting the ones from the post office together. I like cardboard.

I don't want to go back to school. Really, I like school. I like having homework. I like learning, and tests, and weird projects. But I'm simply not feeling it right now. I would rather read crappy teen novels and eat Halloween candy by myself under the covers. I want a tent. A giant white tent that is fluffy and wonderful, and at night it covers me like a blanket, but during the daytime it will allow the sunlight to glow through slightly, beckoning me outside. And maybe I'll leave my giant tent. But maybe not. I will on my own time, and no one, not even sunlight, can make me.

I'm tired. I'm achy. But I'm calm. I'm ready to watch Cinderella with Katie. To be honest, I like my mom telling me I have to stay home once a night during the weekend. I was glad to hear it. I like being home. I like watching simple children's movies. I like falling asleep early.

I want to read and write and grow up like a sunflower.
Maybe I'll reincarnate into a sunflower. I'll give that a few rounds. A whirl.

They kissed.
Yep. They did.

I don't know why I'm writing this, really. You won't see it for a while. You're at Memaw's, which doesn't have a computer, so you can't check it. But you're used to not having a computer, since you spend all of your time there now.

But maybe the blog isn't about when you'll read. Just that you will. And that in itself is a comfort.