Ever Just Feel Like Being Quiet?

I do. A lot. Almost as much as I feel like talking, if that makes any sense.

This past week has been a quiet one for me. (I'm not sure if Josh will say the same though). I haven't really talked to anyone, and I haven't posted on this blog at all. I guess the only real reason I have is stress, and that isn't even all that bad.

I know, without a doubt, that everything in life will work out. The past six months of my life have been a testament to that. But I still feel...subdued. I think all this heat has cooked my brain.

You can hate me, but I'm ready for cool weather. I'm ready for hooded sweatshirts, chili, and football games. I don't even like football, but there is something about being able to hear the NHS football games at our house on a Friday night. I think I'm ready for that. I'm hoping to enjoy this fall, as I did not enjoy much of the last one (thanks, pneumonia).

I will make one thing clear. I am not ready for snow.