Oh my gosh.

I have never hated fall. But today (and only temporarily), I hate fall and everything that will come from this awkward time between summer and fall.

Why? Because I wake up in the morning and it still looks like it’s 5am.

Then, I come up from work on the BART and before I even get to Fremont, the sky shines that golden orange light that signals to everyone that the suns setting. Don’t get me wrong I think it’s beautiful—but by the time I get home and get ready to work out or run, I have about 10 minutes of good light left.

BUT, here’s really why I’m extremely annoyed. Perhaps it’s because I ate a banana today for lunch, or maybe the bugs were particularly active tonight, but I came home from my run to about 20 little mosquito bites on my face and another 10 on my collar bone area. There is no exaggeration in those numbers.. at all. It’s absolutely frightening so I’m not going to look in the mirror til I really have to. I’ll save you all the visual. Worst, reaction, I’ve EVER had.

Anyways, perhaps I’ll be needing to run with one of these for the next couple weeks (actually, probably days) before 6 o’clock means pitch dark. 

Nothing good comes from mosquitoes.. or perhaps..? Yep. Nothing.