disorganized thoughts

The fall came upon as most falls do, unassumingly, and yet, I am lost in this snowy fall-ready-for-winter season. There is something hushed and sacred in the nights like last night; the heavens look down upon near winter nights, and in their near darkness blast out bright lights which are lit chandeliers over conversations.

Last night was our Farm staff party, which wound up being one of those great nights where everything lines up just right and everyone has a good time. We were allowed to host the party at a Farmers' off-Farm property, which is this absolutely gorgeous house. Built before the Revolutionary War, BHill has so many great, spacious rooms just perfect for conversations (both private and public) to be happening in. I found that I spent so much time just wandering around the house admiring the majestic quality that I find in old houses; an unassuming presence and a real lived-in feeling. Everything was great and I think everyone had a really good time. Maybe I should become a party planner...hmm...

So glad that I had taken today off because I was a little ermm...tired this morning. Being home this morning meant that we could have a housemates breakfast (since TSO and RugbyGirl have a different weekend than me it's usually not possible). Mmm...blueberry pancakes and bacon tasted like magic and it was so hard to leave the warm, food scented house this morning to go help Mummy Dearest and family move, but go we did. JennaBean, Christy, M, Mummy & Hubby, Hubby's dad and the three of us took part in the move from Mummy & family's recent digs to the apartment next door, which is bigger.

This three day weekend has felt like such a whirlwind. I feel like I shouldn't have even written this blog, as my mind is this discombobulated mess and so are my thoughts. It is hard to think of everything that I've done this weekend: Party prep and set-up, Party, breakfast with roomies, helping with move. I feel like a zombie now...need sleep...and still need to finish Christmas cards...ergh...when is it the weekend again? At least I only have a four day week...


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