It’s definitely dark early here.
I stayed in Weimar today, and in the late afternoon I had a hankering for fresh veggies to include with my dinner, so I slipped on my iPod and headed to the nearest grocery store, where I picked up a head of lettuce, some peppers, and an avocado.
Dinner was a big salad.
I left the house at about 4:30, and by the time I got home, about half an hour later, it was dark—and although December is a couple days away, its presence is clearly felt tonight—at least when it comes to light.
The weather, on the other hand, has been nice. The overly wet rains and snows of last week and early this week seem to have ended, and although it is cold out, it is not intolerably cold—merely the kind of cold that makes you put on a jacket.
It could be depressing, but in the evenings I have been curling up with David Boreanaz: I am on the first DVD of Angel’s second season with this hunky star. Some of my friends have informed me that he is straight, but I am convinced that Angel is, in the worst case scenario, bisexual. I would gladly be a vamp if I could spend an eternity with him.
Oh gosh, did I really just say that?