Whew. This week has been a whirlwind. I spent about 98% of my time outside class and work this past week chained to my laptop, working on a massive Ethics project that is due on Friday. Almost done. While I was staring at the endless pages of Microsoft Word, autumn made its debut here in Wake Forest. I’ve been waiting for it since July (when it reached 115 degrees regularly), and when it hits in force, I’m stuck inside!
Wake Forest, as the name subtlely implies, is in the middle of a forest. Beautiful! It seems that almost overnight every deciduous tree decided to burst into shades of amber, gold, and orange. Driving to and from work has become something of great enjoyment for me, as I go down the old Main Street lined with rows of oaks and elms amidst the homes of the Historic District. I complain about being a suburbanite, but the view of smalltown Wake Forest may be hard to beat this time of year. This doesn’t mean that I’m still not wanting to catch a glimpse of Central Park, though.
Eek. Two sentimental posts in a row. I’m becoming a softie. I need to relate some kind of cynical anecdote. Hmm…
