“Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.”

I slept until 8 a.m.—that is late for me! 
I was worn out, I guess.

Today was just another one of those sit-around-the-house, watch-TV kind of days. 
We’ve not done anything.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year

I woke up at 8:30 am, these cold mornings, I am in no hurry to crawl out of my toasty bed into a cold house.
If it wasn't for my hip throbbing, I'd just stay in bed all day.
Unfortunately, my darn hip likes to throb.
I had a clean house, so other than taking Duffy to pee, and feeding my strays, I worked on my blog all morning.
It's my project.

“By perseverance the snail reached the ark.”

I'm so exhausted, I just want to cry.
I wish I was a bear, then I could just hibernate until next spring.
Who knows, I may actually feel good by then.