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I have a confession to make. I’m sure this will get my license to blog revoked and the Mom Blogger Police will show up at my door with a citation, but I don’t care. I’m just going to say it:

Fall is the worst.

There. Done.

It’s not that I don’t find fall to be aesthetically pleasing (though you’d best believe that having grown up in Vermont, I’m not terribly impressed with what passes for “foliage” in  Boston or really anywhere south of the border), and I do enjoy cool weather and wearing layers. It’s that… EVERYTHING IS DYING AND, TO QUOTE THE GREAT PHILOSOPHER NED STARK, WINTER IS COMING. I can’t stand it. Once winter is actually here I have tremendous coping mechanisms for dealing with snow and cold and cold snow (as well I should seeing as the farthest south I’ve ever lived was *Rhode Island*). It’s the anticipation – I just can’t stand it. Also, fall in New England tends to be damp and I will take snow over rain any day of the week. Sorry, Seattle, but I just can’t stand being soggy.

This fall has been exceptionally un-fall-like. Apparently during our move back in August, I never thought I’d need a sweater again… so I found myself with zero sweaters. There was one weekend where this was a distinct problem, but since purchasing some nice sweaters and an adorably bulky scarf, I haven’t really had the need to wear them… though I have been wearing them because they’re new and cute, I’ve also been sweating a lot underneath.

It looks like the mild fall is going to beat us in the face with another epic October storm like last year – only perhaps even more epic. I guess it’s a trip to the grocery store to stock up on candles and cocoa in case Hurricane Sandy traps us here in Alves Manor on Monday. October snow storms are no joke, as we learned last Halloween. So here’s hoping Sandy spares the East Coast her worst and just fizzles out off to sea.

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