I love mornings in fall. Today is just perfect. The air is sweet. We have a breeze. The sun glints through trees and highlights the fluttering leaves. It is already in the 60’s.

As for the days of the week, Saturday is the busiest day. It is errand day. People are out and about early. I even went to Dunkin this morning and waited in a long line for my coffee and my treat, a pumpkin donut, in keeping with the season of course.

When I was a kid, my biggest dilemma was what should I buy with my pennies, valuable currency back then. I’d stand in front of the penny candy display and lean on the glass. Should I go for taste or longevity? Green Mint Julep and Banana Split squares had both as did Mary Janes and Bit O’ Honey. Tootsie Rolls were chewy. Fire Balls were a challenge. You had to keep them in your mouth despite the heat. Eating Bull’s Eyes always had a technique. Eat the caramel first and the white cream last. Eating Candy Buttons always included eating a bit of paper. Wax Bottles were a great buy. You bit off the top, sucked out the syrup then chewed the wax. The adult me finds that a bit gross. A Pixie Stix was a straw filled with colored powder which was mostly sugar. You bit off the top and poured the power into your mouth. I remember how dry it was and how it stuck to my teeth. The only favorites I had were the two for a penny candies.

The dogs are upstairs napping on my bed. Jack too is sleeping. The house is quiet.

<!– wp:paragraph As for the days of the week, Saturday is the busiest day. It is errand day. People are out and about early. I even went to Dunkin and waited in a long line for my coffee and my treat, a pumpkin donut, in keeping with the season of course. Sunday is the most boring of the week. When I was a kid, Sunday was quiet, a stay around the house day. It is still that way for me. Mostly I just read the paper and loll. I stay home. Monday has always been the dismal day of the week. I’d have to get up for school, never easy after two days of sleeping in. I begrudged every minute of the morning. When I worked, I was up at 5:15. I hated 5:15, especially Mondays at 5:15. The rest of the days of the week were just sort of jumbled together. Friday was the only stand out.