Oh man, I both love and hate fall.
I love the cooler weather, getting long sleeved clothes out from the bin in the garage. I love the bite of the air on my face when I go outside in the morning, love turning off the air conditioning and leaving the windows open at night. I sleep so much better when I can snuggle into my covers and hibernate like a bear.
I hate that it gets dark so fast and that the darkness so often makes me feel low. Low emotional capacity drains any sense of impulsion. My lifelong affinity for mornings makes winter a difficult minefield to navigate. When the sun is high from sometime before 5 AM until well after the kids' bedtime, I can more easily force myself to make after-work plans, enjoy evening activities. I can shake off the cobwebs and get up early to accomplish tasks or - gasp! - exercise.
Once the vernal equinox is behind me my evening self can best be characterized thusly:
That's actually what I look like when I'm feeling lively.
My husband leaves next week for a job in North Carolina. There will be no one around to notice how lazy I am. How very convenient.