My alarm clock went off this morning at 5:50am and even then it was clear that I have a case of the Mondays. You know, the Mondays. When you realize, <em>long sigh</em>, it's Monday. The whole work week is in front of you and you're supposed to get out of bed.

The problem of course is that your bed is warm and your pillows are just right.

So I hit snooze and a few minutes later wrenched myself out of bed. This is especially hard to do when your apartment doesn't have heat like mine right now. The tile floors are cold, the rooms are cold so I scampered to the kitchen to make coffee. A must if you're having a case of the Mondays.

It snowed on and off yesterday morning and in the early afternoon. At times there were huge clumps of snow falling. It was equally beautiful and horrifying. I'm decidedly not ready for winter. I'd like to enjoy fall a little longer but last night when I went to bed it was 2 degrees celcius out. This doesn't doesn't bode well for eating roasted pumpkin outside on the streets, then rushing in to a cafe for a coffee and finally basking in the light of the late fall afternoons.

But you can't think about these things at 6:10 or you'll never get your day started.

After this I went to get dressed. The worst part about is that you have to take your warm pjs off to put cold clothes on.  <!--more-->Oh and there's plenty of heat at school so no matter what you do by the time you get to school you'll be way too hot.

So I am currently rocking layers and a pair of cute blue fingerless gloves that I snatched up at Paradise Garage a couple of years ago, hunched over my computer pounding out this post and waiting for my oatmeal to hurry up and cook. I think this is how Hemingway must have felt in Paris in an unheated apartment before he published his first novel. He describes this experience much later in <em>A Moveable Feast</em>. Well, minus the oatmeal. I have a hunch that Hemingway wasn't really an oatmeal kind of guy.

I am though. I love oatmeal. It's warm and creamy and very satisfying. This morning it has cinnamon and raisins. In my book that's classic fall. I just wish that I wasn't shivering while I am eating. Maybe this means I should go to school--where it's warm.