Evening now comes to Rexburg at 5:12 pm.
If the physical manifestation of paranormal activity is a drop in temperature, the fattest ghost on Earth has sat on Rexburg. Excuse me, correction, the second fattest ghost has sat on Rexburg. I am confident that the fattest ghost on Earth is sitting on Russia, and leaning back particularly in Siberia. There is no ghost chilling in/on Alaska. That's just a geographically cold place.
Never mind that it is November.
Normally, combating the elements is a natural instinct - a simple element of survival, but of late, I find myself losing the struggle. Darwin's natural selection has its eye on me. That is, until I find my coat.
MISPLACED AND FOUND:
MISPLACED - One extremely attractive charcoal wool peacoat. Size L, purchased from Ross. Comes to the name "Sunday Coat". Owner deeply worried about its well-being. Owner also very cold.
I refuse to call it lost.
UPDATE: LONG LOST COAT REUNITED WITH OWNER
I found my coat today. I swallowed my pride and ended up in the lost and found. I asked them if they had a charcoal pea coat with really very little hope that they would actually find one and then lo and behold, it stumbled out in a line up of three other coats. It looked at me like, "That took you long enough," and then jumped into and then on to my arms. Sweet reunion.
Moving away from the weather...
I don't know about you, but for me, the next few weeks will be building to the climax of the season. Until Christmas.
To begin, my dear and only sister, Ellie, will be journeying across the far stretches of the Midwest and west to find me in Idaho. I am so excited to see her. I have reiterated this on numerous occasions, but it continues to hold truth. I miss her. She will be arriving at midnight after having traveled most of the day ... a familiar feeling. I am only grateful she doesn't have to travel by Wells Fargo wagon or something.
She leaves the Sunday following her arrival. Luckily for her (and me), her exit coincides with my own exit from school work, from headaches, and from the rotund apparition plaguing Rexburg.
Yes, goodbye Rexburg, hello Denver.
I will be spending somewhere around 6 days in the mountains with some of my favorite people ... a couple Colorado boys and a fine lady of Washington. Denver, an oft-noted city in easily my most favorite novel, On the Road, by Jack Kerouac, has over time assumed setting of my day-dreams, the place that has personified the west, the locale of subconscious.
Don't ask me why, I can't answer that.
Needless to say, I'm pretty psyched. (Yikes! What to wear?!)
Until then, I find new ways to evade homework.
7 days to the coming of Ellie ...
11 days to Denver ...
And really, I'm suppose to sleep with all that? Even if the weather was decent!?