There's a stand of poplar trees along the creek path that I take to work, the scent of their fallen (and trodden-upon) leaves and bark is the only thing about Fall-Montana and Fall-California that really evokes the same sense of the passage of the year for me. I love that scent; there's nothing else really like it. These days, I walk slowly along that part of the path, and inhale like I'm trying to get high.
Keeps making me late for work. Damn fall. :>
Let's see. This week, I'm working until five on Tuesday. Dinner's still an option, if your yen for Chinese (har!) persists. I have Wednesday free, Thursday afternoon (after three) and Friday afternoon (after four), and Saturday free.
Or pick any day the week after, and I'll bite people until they let me have it off. :>
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Date: 2008-11-24 01:38 am (UTC)Keeps making me late for work. Damn fall. :>
Let's see. This week, I'm working until five on Tuesday. Dinner's still an option, if your yen for Chinese (har!) persists. I have Wednesday free, Thursday afternoon (after three) and Friday afternoon (after four), and Saturday free.
Or pick any day the week after, and I'll bite people until they let me have it off. :>