I started the day grabbing coffee with a friend in my Pemberly sweatshirt, for the second day in a row. Hey, these entries are supposed to be honest, and now that I’m waking up to crispy fall-tinged air, even if the sun is brilliant like it was this morning, it’s a rule that I grab my go-to sweatshirt. Pemberly has been designated.

Anyway, I got coffee with my friend Kristin at Java Groove, and then I came home to make brunch with Trevor. He traveled all last weekend and has had out-of-town colleagues in the area all week, so our time together has been scarce. We made egg sandwiches on leftover French bread, and I even had a little bacon on mine, which I tried not to think too hard about. (Yes, yes, bacon tastes good.)

Trevor came home on Monday with roses in-hand, and I finally arranged them for our kitchen table. This is my favorite little floral trick, which I learned from a reel Emily Schuman posted once.

My energy was low all day, and I think it’s just, at this phase in life, exhaustion creeps up on you, and especially since I knew I was going to be running in the evening, with school pick-up and piano lessons, etc. I got through a little freelance work, including working way ahead of my magazine deadline. And then at 1PM, I chatted with my MFA friend, poet-extraordinaire, Giovanna. She’s a bright light and I was certainly uplifted.

I made it through the evening running, came home to Trevor and Iris preparing dinner. They poured me a glass of wine at the kitchen counter, and we all chatted while they cooked and set the table and I painted Edith’s nails periwinkle.

Trevor and I have indulgently kept the TV in our bedroom the last two nights, and the last two nights I have fallen soundly asleep with The Office playing in the background and slept through the night.