November is when autumn gets down to business. No more of those sunny days, ablaze with brilliant scarlet and gold leaves. No more of that mists and mellow fruitfulness stuff. Now it's time to get to work: raking the leaves, getting the garden ready for winter, getting the last of the deer-chow and squirrel candy bulbs planted. The sky is a dull gray. The rain is a cold, miserable drizzle. (Thank you, Lord, for your servant Thomas Edison and his invention of the electric lightbulb.)
I so want a cup of coffee today. I so want one. It's the perfect day for a hot cuppa joe. But I am having some kind of test on Friday, and I can't drink coffee until the test is over, not even decaf.
Maybe we'll bake something this afternoon.
I'm liking November. Plus your WeatherPixie said it was 57 last night after dark! So we were able to take a brisk walk, I in just a long-sleeved shirt, Matt with a sweater and Davey in sweatshirt and lined jacket. And it's 55 now! (Yes, I use your WeatherPixie quite often, as I don't watch TV or listen to radio and weather.com takes longer.)
I just get excited as Thanksgiving and Christmas get closer, though bitter cold can be a drag, especially when my gigantic pregnancy coat from 2 years ago seems to have only one button remaining.
hope the tests go well
This Friday's OPRAH will be about Terri Schiavo...