Falling through fall . . . .

So apparently it's just 41 days until Christmas.

I'm still catching my breath after 3 days full of Veterans Day assemblies and 2 parades.   Never mind the fact that I just managed to get Gracie to put her Halloween costume away.

I kind of wonder if part of my struggle with the rush of season seems to be the fact that up until a week ago, it was still over 80 degrees every day in Nashville.  What happened to fall?

Gracie mentioned something she wanted for Christmas last week and I kind of laughed.  Who's thinking about Christmas?  Certainly not me.   But it seems perhaps I should be because I have a feeling those 41 days will pass very quickly.