There’s a chill in the air.  We woke up this morning and it was cold.  And damp.  And it finally felt like fall.  I like fall, but for the fact that it leads to winter.  The temperature inside the house was at 62 degrees this afternoon.  We hadn’t yet turned on the heat.  It’s only October 8, for crying out loud.

But the heat is now on.  And the radiators are radiating noise.  And warmth.  Our duvet covers are out of storage and even Sophie, who is never cold, is bundled up as if she were camping out in an igloo.

The fall of 2012 will be a memorable one for us, particularly with Esperanza’s last day on Thursday.  I’m not really sure what to expect, other than struggling to get everything done that needs to be done on a given day, scrambling to get Sophie from aftercare, worrying about Chloe doing ok at home (and doing the laundry like she has promised) and simply missing Esperanza’s presence in our house week in and week out, without fail.

It’s actually fitting that this is the week fall chose to rear its unpredictable head.  Fall is in the air, but so is change. Enormous change.