I went to bed with a headache on Monday night and woke up yesterday with a migraine, which always makes me super nauseated. I haven't had one in a long time, though, so it kind of took me by surprise. I choked down a couple Advil and half a glass of water and fell back asleep until early afternoon. I decided to take it pretty easy the rest of they day and stayed in bed, just answering some emails, sipping on coffee, and watching episodes of Gilmore Girls. I didn't feel guilty about it once, which is sometimes just the best feeling.

Rob and I have started running regularly this week in preparation for our annual Thanksgiving 5K race in Roanoke. I get a little slower every year and my goal is to just finish under 30 minutes and the ever-cliche just have fun. I was on the phone with my friend Shawna the other day while she was taking a break from a long run and we talked about how hard it is to run more than three or four miles anymore. We still love it, though, so we keep doing it. I hope I continue to run forever.

I said "I love Charlotte" for the first time this week. And I think I meant it.

Six months and two wonderful days ago I married Rob, and I'm wondering where time is going in such a hurry. We're headed to Roanoke this weekend to celebrate our godson's first birthday and I have a feeling the holidays will be here before we know it. I'm trying to hard to just live in the moment, but it's much easier said than done. There's a lot going on in my life right now and it can really be a challenge to take it one day at a time. But I do my best.

"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

--F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I've always had a pretty miserable sense of direction, but I get lost a lot in Charlotte. More than in any other city, for sure. On Friday, I needed to go to the post office (one I've been to before!), so I plugged it in to the map on my phone and followed the directions. Half an hour later, I was parked in the middle of a cul-de-sac on a dirt road. The truth is, the drive was rather pretty, and while I normally would have been irritated, I just turned around and went home.

Rob and I have both been a little under the weather over the past week. He came home early on Monday and a few days later, I started feeling kind of frail. This morning I woke up at 7:00 and it was still dark outside, and even though I had slept soundly for hours, it didn't feel that way. My throat is scratchy and my eyes are heavy. When I'm sick I like to take naps, and I haven't had one yet, so I'm thinking a chilly, dark Monday is as good a time as any to get back in bed.

I have flown through most of Lena Dunham's new book and look forward to reading more of it every day. I knew I was going to laugh but for some reason I had no idea I would cry.

Yesterday we woke up to go on a hike and it was 54 degrees and smelled exactly like fall. Crisp air, wet leaves, some campfire off in the distance. We ate these donuts and drank hot coffee on our way to the mountain and it felt exactly the way it's supposed to. Charlotte is a bit slower to fall than other places we've lived, and on Wednesday there's a high of 83 in the forecast, but the mornings are getting cooler and every night we open the windows and cuddle up under blankets until morning.

"We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other."

--Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast