This collection of entries is from November 17, 2005.
Friggin' Fire Drill.
It's not the drill itself. It's not the damn alarms going off. It's not that it's cold outside.
IT'S THE 10 STORY DESCENT DOWN STAIRS TO STREET LEVEL.
Back upstairs after the drill, my legs ar all wobbly. I look like adrunk when I'm walking down the aisle behind the cubicles.
14º this morning. I know it's only been 6 weeks, but in my head I went from sitting in the stands at U.S. Cellular Field watching baseball on a sunny 85º day to this crappy 14º wake-up with nothing in between. (I know that there was an autumn in there somewhere - I just don't remember it). We had a great lengthy summer and such a mild autumn that this transition is a killer.
I hate this time of year.