Excessive

Another Thanksgiving is done. I'm sitting in my kitchen, smelling the cans of tomatoes warm up on the stove, listening to the rustling of the drying leaves as the wind pushes its way through the tops of my trees, covering my nice lawn with leaves that I'll enevitablly have to mow over with my lawn mower, and I'm attempting to relax.

Writing is the time of day I enjoy the most I think. I sit down and I can kind of exist in a sort of limbo where I float around in my brain and can let go of reality and sit on the living room floor and just... write.