It doesn’t feel like November yet. Why should it, right? It’s only the first day. But it’s too warm. Temps were in the upper 60s. I get the feeling that such warmth now is giving molds and fungi false hopes, so they’re sending out lots of spores. Many niggling symptoms have been perturbing me. What more is there to do about it, though? For now, we’re in a holding pattern (I write as I scratch the rash on my face).
While Dennis, Stella, and I were checking out at the grocery store this evening, it hit me that Thanksgiving is coming right up. If I were better at savoring my present moments, would I not find myself just a bit agog whenever a holiday arrives?
Oh well, at least I got candles for the Advent wreath when we were out at Michael’s.