Switching Seasons

It's getting cold out... No doubt about it. Here are a few signs I've noticed recently:

• This morning I went to the closet and traded my sexy lightweight flannel summer robe for my sexy heavyweight terry robe. Ahhh.
• A few mornings ago I started wearing my slippers to keep my toes from freezing.
• Now as soon as I get home from work, the first thing I do is build a fire in the wood stove. The first thing I used to do was go to the fridge for a beer. Kind of a "skewing" of priorities.
• I put ice scrapers in both of my vehicles. You just never know.
• I'm seldom nude around the house any more. (Crowd gasps in amazement)
• It's getting dark so much earlier. I have trouble knowing when it's bedtime any more. Oh yeah, I could use the clocks, but I prefer to just crash when I tired, and that's not always a good idea.
• Women seldom catch my eye when they walk by now because of the absence of bare skin.
  
• I long for full service so I wouldn't have to get out and pump my own gas.
• The air smells a lot different outside. Lots of the smells of musty decaying leaves. I like it.
• I find myself getting very defensive if someone eyes my special stack of pallet boards at work. Those are my heat source buddy...
  
• I had to add a blanket to my bed a few days ago. The comforter alone wasn't cutting it any more.
• Casseroles and soups interest me much more than sandwiches and salads did a couple months ago.
• The stores are full of Christmas displays already, and have been for a month!
• My hands are cold while I'm typing this.