I haven't really done very much writing in the past few days. My writing partner has been gone on a several week long vacation, so it's a little hard to find time to write with her. So, mostly, I've just been reading. My grandpa gave me a new mystery to read yesterday, so I'm going to read it. I'm really not much of a mystery fan, but, I just recently started reading Sherlock Holmes, so I might as well read this mystery too, right?

There isn't much to write about today. It was overcast and chilly in the morning yesterday, though it seems to have warmed up some. Summer seems to be taking its time, and being indecisive. Some days it's swelteringly hot, others its almost chilly, especially at night. This is why I hate summer. Fall is just so much gentler, and more decisive. Once it decides to be fall, it's fall. At least, more so than in the summer. Honestly, there isn't much of a difference between the seasons in So Cal. We've had summer days in the middle of December before. I ought to move somewhere where there are actual seasons. Maybe even some light snow every once in a while!

Sorry about my rambling. I'm still half-asleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll post another poem or something.

Until then, dear reader, farewell.

- Aimee