September always has a distinct flavor to it, doesn’t it? The smell of a September morning always reminds me of driving by First Lake with the mist hanging over it on the way to school.

I’ve been having this feeling lately that I should be somewhere, and maybe it’s that weird yearly pull from grade school. I had one of those dreams again last night where you can’t remember your class schedule. I tried to cancel a class, and then re-add it, and during that time they managed to move the class to a different building. Stupid school dreams.

Still, I recall having new shoes for school, and new clothes. It seems like the time of year for that, coincidental as the trees start to change color (two in my yard are already losing leaves). I’ve been thinking about doing some clothes shopping, and getting my hair cut.