The scent of burning leaves is in the air today. I'm wondering if smoke from the fires in southern California is drifting up this way.
After work this evening we trekked to the outer limits of our neighborhood to check out an apartment open house. The listing sounded promising ("large," "victorian," "french doors," "separate entrance"), and as the rent was lower than what we're paying now, we figured it was worth a look. Of course we were hoping for a hidden gem; what we found was a musty, windowless space with doors in weird places. Not large, no closets; also definitely not a 1-bedroom, as advertised. Creative listing, that one. We left reminiscing about the forehead-smacking craziness of finding a place here, very much appreciating our current space.
I'm debating trying to whip up a last-minute Halloween costume to wear on Wednesday. J has groomed himself a moustache (the "Selleck"). I think he thinks that counts as a costume.
