I haven’t been outside yet (so it could be chilly!) but it’s a clear, bright fall day.

The leaves blowing around outside drives Jeter cat bonkers … it might be a rough day for him 🙂

I have a couple of very large cookies left over from Book Club last night. I was tempted to have one for breakfast. (Oatmeal raisin … that’s breakfast food, right?)

I was able to resist the cookie (despite its protest), after all, cookies are not acceptable breakfast food.

Cake, on the other hand, has occasionally managed to convince me otherwise. After all, there is not much difference between a chocolate layer cake and a powdered doughnut filled with chocolate frosting, right?

So what did I have for breakfast instead of the giant bakery cookie?
Quaker “Breakfast Cookies!”

Yes, of course, these are perfectly acceptable for breakfast, because it says so right on the box! They’re pretty good, kind of like a muffin top.

Too bad they don’t come in chocolate chip.

The skylight darkens
Gloomy shadows will prevail
‘Til the storm has passed.

Rain falls from the sky
Tornado warnings nearby
I am safe indoors.

Wind rips through the trees
Sending autumn leaves floating
I will need to rake.

Traffic jams abound
Why can’t people drive in rain?
I hope I’m not late.

The oddest dreams seem to come when there isn’t as much time to sleep — like this morning between 5:30 (when I woke up having to use the bathroom) and 6:45 (alarm rings).

I answered the door for a cleaning service (note: we have never used a cleaning service, but in the dream we had used them before). Our house was actually my parents’ old house where I grew up, not our actual house. Though, my husband was my actual husband.

The service people pulled up in the driveway, and began unloading tons of furniture and accessories, which they stacked on top of each other. I looked up and saw the stacks swaying. It seems this fictional cleaning service was planning on not only cleaning the house, but redecorating, assuming we would love what they did and purchase the new furniture items.

I was angry about this, and would not let them in my house. Their representative was a woman I knew from college, but haven’t seen or heard from since (almost 10 years).

Next thing I know, I’m chatting with this woman as she’s having her hair done.