I can’t help but do my yearly “I hate November” rant. Of course, I look forward to Thanksgiving. But I don’t tolerate the dark November afternoons so well.
And then there was this past Friday with its howling winds, torrential rain, and a shrieking fire alarm that forced our entire building outside (fortunately no fire) for thirty minutes in the morning.
It should have been the kind of day to get things done, but other than slapping some labels on shoe boxes that are too high up for me to reach, I didn’t accomplish anything other than making a huge bowl of popcorn. I finished the whole thing down to the last burnt kernel.
All by myself.