Will the real November please step forward

And so it has. Nary a leave on a tree, windrows of dark gray clouds separated by slivers of blue sky and the temperatures in the low to mid 40s with a brisk breeze. I like it. The yard is scattered with the remaining leave crumbs from last weekends mowing as the most of it has been blow away off the property. A good day for a ride to my mother's to put the plastic up inside her windows keeping out the winter drafts. We picked up Carol's mother for the visit as she and my mother get along fabulously. Once Carol and I finished the windows the four of us headed out for a late lunch at a local diner. A Sausage Bomb sandwich adorned my plate with a side of crispy fries. I'm sure that pressed the boundaries of my most recent diet.