I guess it is fall.

The leaves are drifting down. It’s dipping into the fifties in the morning soon to be followed by fourties and, eventually, winter. The light decay is creating a scent that Yankee Candle can’t hope to copy.

So, yeah, it’s fall.
All we’re really missing is Starbuck’s mass promotion of pumpkin spice. I know it’s there, but it hasn’t been shoved down my throat yet.

Hell, Jason even found Frankenberry.

It’s time for me to change from spring/summer Persephone to fall/winter Persephone — the queen of hell.

Florida isn’t exactly hell, but I have to do a lot more adulting in that state. In previous trips, I’d been okay with that – even looking forward to it as there where things I wanted to accomplish.

But, this trip, I don’t feel like adulting.
I think I’d just like to be coddled and have the free will to do about anything I want to do, even if it does snow. I’m not really sure why.

Well, maybe I do a little.
Bill has cancer. When my dad had it, I wasn’t there for them. This is a different situation, but I still have lingering guilt. The Covid might play a part in this. They’re old. I don’t want them to become ill and not have anyone to help.

But, that’s not right.
My brother is here and my sister pops down every other week. Still, I’m the oldest and I feel a certian responsability. I think I’ve interwoved that trait into my personality from a young age. It’s not my place… but I want to be here just to help, if needed. Even if my help isn’t needed, I want to be here.

Although, they absolutely don’t need my oversight. They have the funds and mental capacity to take care of themselves. I’m very fortunate that they still have their facilities.

It’s just… I need to get over it and put on my adulting crown.

I’ll get over it.