The temperatures are finally in the range where I wish I’d planned ahead and worn my jacket in the morning, but still warm enough that I’ll forget that jacket in the afternoon.
It’s cool enough that yesterday, meeting a friend to exchange greetings (and dinner), my knees shook as the rain misted us and the temps failed to reach 60.
It’s not quite cold enough that I need multiple blankets to avoid freezing at night, and (hopefully) no one has yet turned on the heat in the house. I’m pretty sure we still have some trapped heat from summer inside our walls.
On a slightly different note, I watched a horror movie last night called Hell House LLC. Apparently it’s a series, and there are two others to see still. The thing is, though, is that I don’t like horror films. My level of scary movie is zombies and Resident Evil. World War Z is one of my favorite films (the book wasn’t as good). I enjoyed many seasons of The Walking Dead (but I didn’t finish it) and the first couple seasons of Fear the Walking Dead.
So why did I watch Hell House LLC? Someone I follow on Twitter said it was so good, and there were two others, and the film’s description made it look like a documentary.
I like documentaries.
I had to wash the taste of that film out of my head with The 12 Dates of Christmas, and I realize it’s ridiculously early for holiday romance films but it was absolutely necessary. I still found myself thinking about Hell House LLC about 5 a.m. when I was trying to go back for a few extra minutes of sleep.
That’s all I have for this month’s post. At this point, I think it might be more than enough.