Is Jubelale a celebration of Hoptober? Or, is Hoptober just the perfect season for Jubelale?
At long last, it’s fall. That is, at long last it feels like summer. Warm days, cool nights. The mornings aren’t crisp yet, but soon. Soon. Busted out a blanket last night (with the window wide open). And, god–what a delight, to wake up in the middle of the night–cold!
Cooked like a fiend this weekend. Climbed a V2 yesterday, for the first time since I injured my back. Ran four or five miles with my Dad yesterday (he was in town for my niece’s first birthday), and felt good at the end. My lungs felt tired, but healthy. Scored a run at kickball tonight. The apartment’s clean. I’ve got laundry in the wash. My checking account is in the black. Built to Spill tomorrow night (!!!). And the fridge is stocked with Jubelale and Hoptober.
God help me, if I’m doing this well single, absent a social circle, and living in Phoenix–I have one bright future. Though I miss mountains (and mountain culture) keenly, I’m happy here. I’m healthier and stronger than I’ve been in years.
Jack thought it twice and thought that that fact made it true. Some brains just work that way / That's what chemicals can do. He thought he'd have a beer thought he was alone. He thought an Albertson's stir fry dinner / would make his apartment a home. Bottoms up and this time / Won't you let me be? Bottled up but this time / Won't you rescue me? You should have been here last night / and heard what the Big Dipper said to me.
~Big Dipper (Built to Spill)
