Where else but the ArkLaTex?

The weather is finally starting to feel like autumn is really on the way. The quality of light is somehow different. The sun isn't beating down on the earth as long each day. The brutality is gone from the afternoon heat.

I love the autumn. I love sweaters, and boots, and being able to wear a jacket without fear of heatstroke. I love cashmere, and the smell of pumpkin-spice-flavored things, and burgundy (which is so hot for fall), and all of the other beautiful colors that come with the changing-of-the-leaves.

Here in the ArkLaTex, the summers are so fucking brutal. We have nights where the temperature doesn't dip below 80 degrees. What the fuck is that? Even now, with no malice in the daytime heat, our highs are predicted to reach 92, while our nights are a pleasant 50-something. (For the record, I have been sunburned in November here in this little corner of hell.)

I want to write about how frustrating my job search has been. I want to write about how fucked up it is that the craziest person I know has no trouble finding a job, not ever, (and she never keeps a job for more than six fucking months), and I can't get offered anything more than part time minimum wage positions that aren't worth the gas I'd spend getting there. But I can't.

I am too in love with autumn. I am enjoying the changing of seasons. Fall is my favorite time of year. The light is so beautiful, the colors are so eye-popping, the clothes are so amazing. It's hard to be miserable when the world is so right.

I think I'll take my puppy for a long walk today. It's too beautiful outside to stay stuck inside thinking about job-hunting, or fretting over flip-flops at job interviews.