It's official, it's Fall. The nip is in the air, and socks and sweaters seem like a good idea in the mornings and evenings. My husband is up at the cabin for the last hurrah of sitting on the deck in the sun. Next time he or I go up it will be too cool. The chairs will have to be brought inside and shutters closed and mousetraps set. I used to like the cabin more in winter, but now I like to think of it in summer, and the fireside thing is not so attractive to me. I'm a wimp.
While he is communing with nature, I'm talking to friends and going to groups. Last night I was on the phone with my best friend when the doorbell rang. It was after dark, and I was leery, and she said to stay on the phone while I went down and checked. I can look through the glass at the door, and I saw no one, though our front porch is pretty dark despite two lights. The steps walklights were not on, and I wondered who would come up in the dark. I decided not to open the door, since the dogs were with my husband far away. This morning I went out, and no UPS package or note or evidence that it was anyone I knew. I did a smart thing, being cautious, and probably because I'd just read in the paper about a woman nearby attacked in the daytime, brutally. Whoever it was, I'm glad they went away, and that I didn't impulsively open the door to check. What a world, huh? Can't even open my front door without being spooked. I'm normally just fine when my husband is gone, but the doorbell got me. I was reading a mystery, and managed to continue it after I hung up with my friend, and I slept fine. But today, a little bit of pre-Halloween creepiness is set in my mind.
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