Hibernation

So I have a love-hate relationship with autumn. Love the cooler temps in the evening, the technicolor leaves, the sounds of the high school band practicing down the street, the anticipation of all of the various activities, carnivals and holidays that we're barraged with for the next few months. I'm ready to break out the comfy slippers...oh, wait, I can't...our evil moron dog ate my slippers last year...I'm ready for E to buy me some new fuzzy slippers so I can sit out on the deck in the evenings, wrapped in a throw blanket, drinking a glass of red wine and enjoying the crispness in the air. I'm ready to turn the air conditioner off for awhile and open the windows. There are lots of good things about the fall.

But darn it I'm also ready for mother nature to get with the program and catch up with the times. Does she not realize that most of us have more than enough calorie-laden food at our disposal? We aren't hunting-gathering-foraging anymore--well, it may feel like we are at Sam's or Costco. I don't need for my body to suddenly crave everything that slightly resembles food. I'm not hibernating, dammit! Want to see a funny sight? Observe our faculty workroom these days. It's like the Serengeti. Employees prowl through there on almost hourly schedules, hoping that someone has made the mistake of leaving food out on the table. Just yesterday I came in to get my 3rd cup of coffee for the day and caught three people circling a box of two-day-old croissants...those stale pastries never stood a chance. Oooops...gotta go...It's been 42 minutes since I patrolled the workroom and I heard that one of the teachers had left over chicken biscuits...