I'm very late this month. Travelling post Thanksgiving. More to say about that next month.
The first snow. We had a couple of 70 degree days early in the month, and a couple of 60 degree days before Thanksgiving, but from now on it's nothing but cold. Part of me misses the years past when I could spend Thanksgiving betting football in Vegas and adventuring around the Southwest. I note a low level hum of concern in the air for what the combination of winter doldrums and social restrictions will do to mental health in general.
For the longest time I had dreams of spending winters somewhere there was no winter. Now I am more sanguine about the prospects. This is due to being a homeowner. Winter is a multi-month respite from yard work. Also the swarms of stink bugs and yellowjackets that plague the fall are gone. A big part of mental health is finding reasons to be grateful.
Another good thing: I think I have found my way around the fundamental conceptual hole in my latest manuscript. It will take a bit of rework, but not as much as I had feared.
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