cozy, warm, and unfashionable

I like this time of year, because for a short time, I can wear cozy clothes such as kneesocks and cardigans. (The rest of the year, I'm too warm to dress like this.) Today I'm all cozy in kneesocks and a long skirt and clogs and a cardigan. I'm amused that a friend told me today that I look like a character from a Jan Brett illustration! She's right.

a few days to re-boot

I'm not recommending sickness as a solution to every problem; even when it's just a cold, as I have, it's not especially fun. But a mild illness like mine, though inconvenient, has proved to be really useful as a way to re-boot. There's something about going back to the most basic needs (such as the hour I spent in bed yesterday cold, in need of a bathroom, and thirsty, but too unwell to work out how to solve any of those problems) that makes more everyday problems move to the back burner.
So after I worked out that getting out of bed would help me solve my problems yesterday, I moved to the couch and since then, being sick has been pleasant. I've been reading (that's almost literally all I did today) and spending time with the rest of the family. I haven't even felt like using the computer, with the exception of half an hour in the evenings.
And yes, I know this makes me sound really privileged, because having a cold isn't really fun for most people, especially if they're immuno-compromised. And believe me, I'll be thinking ruefully of this blog post tomorrow, when I have to work all day. But right this moment, I'm grateful for a cold, and that seemed worthy of note.

Go Giants, I guess?

This will only make sense if I tell you that insofar as I followed major league baseball at all when I was a kid, I was a Cubs fan. I grew up close enough to Chicago that many people I knew were Cubs fans. I've been to more White Sox games than Cubs games - but I dislike the American League, so that rules out a White Sox fandom.
Except that here's the thing: I moved away, and I started watching the occasional Giants game. I was happy when they won their World Series, and my favorite current baseball players are - or were - Giants.
So when the Giants played the Cubs at the beginning of the playoffs, I was philosophical at first, reasoning that one of my two favorite MLB teams would win. But then when the Cubs won a game, I was dismayed - and I realized that despite everything, I'd stopped caring about the Cubs.
This is interesting to me because usually, I cheer for the National League in the World Series, no matter who's playing. But this year, my realization that I'm no longer a Cubs fan has made that impossible. So weirdly, I'm indifferent to the World Series, with brief moments of being glad when - as tonight - the Dodgers win a game.
I don't understand the switch from "mild Cubs fan" to "not a fan at all", and I crept here to write this in secret, knowing that if I put it on Facebook, no one will have any sympathy or understanding, amid all the Cubs madness there. I'll never meet any of the Cubs or any of the Dodgers, and it's likely that no one I know will, either, so this strange adherence to a chosen team is just weird to me right now.
(Though if the Giants were in the World Series, I might feel differently.)