This morning there was that first nip of fall in the air. I had forgotten how happy that makes me. I walked to class, tea in hand--to fight off what felt like a cold this morning, but what may have just been the result of sleeping with my face covered (non-lethally! obviously) by a pillow all night--and very buoyant.
Last night, instead of working on my religion paper due Monday morning, I went through, copied, and pasted all of my Hall of the Revels entries into one word document, which I then backed up on my external hard drive. The reason for this? I realized that it's now been over a year since I started this blog, and to have all this writing, all this journal-ing--because it is a journal, even though I do censor myself and address a very tangible "you"--in one place seems absurd. Risky, even. If anything were to happen to Hall of the Revels and I hadn't backed anything up, I would be losing (tongue firmly lodged in cheek as I say this) verbal time capsules of every thought worthy of mass-sharing that I've had over the past year and a half.
Of course there are thoughts I've had that have been lost because they were more private and less bloggable, because I never wrote them down, but reading through my oldest entries last night I could still catch a glimpse of myself changing, and it was pretty fun to see.
Now I just need to add this one to the document, and I'm all set.