Begin doing what you want to do now.
We are not living in eternity.
We have only this moment,
sparkling like a star in our hand
and melting like a snowflake.
-Marie Beyon Ray
Go to answer a phone call and look what happens- it snows all over my laundry.
May I remind you that it was a humid 74 degrees on Saturday?
I’m sorry, isn’t there some sort of rule that it’s not allowed to snow until after Thanksgiving?
It went down into the twenties last night; we had to scramble to bring the worm farm in so the worms wouldn’t freeze (I hope they’re all right, poor things) and to unhook the hose so it wouldn’t freeze and crack like every other hose we’ve ever owned.
Our house is an ancient farmhouse (built somewhere around 1820) that had an addition- well, added- in the 1980s. The old part of the house is heated by oil, the new by electric.
We discovered last night that the programmable thermostat (which we bought last year) isn’t working, so we couldn’t turn on the heat in that part of the house. I swear on everything that is holy that I could see my breath this morning as I packed lunches. Fun! Very Little House on the Prairie.
Well, it seems that whether or not I’m ready for winter, winter is ready for me. Time to stock up on marshmallows and hot chocolate!

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