Ah, autumn... the time when the leaves turn a rusty brown (because our temperature doesn't drop enough at night to make many pretty leaves) and every morning I don't know what the f&*# to wear.

Today, I should have worn more. Tuesday, I should have been more dressy, and yesterday I could have worn less. I need to dig out my silk half-slip-- my thighs are cold.

On the other hand, I seem to be at least temporarily over needing to listen to David Bowie songs on the way to, and sometimes from work, every day. I couldn't quite stand to listen to President Bush talking about Iraq, but I put in a different rock oldie-- Van Halen's... wait for it... 1984. I need to get the David Lee Roth album that includes "Just a Gigolo," too. After all, that song is why I once had a vibrator named Dave. I don't understand why I'm on this kick.