I can't believe it's the end of November -- and NaBloPoMo -- already. Thank goodness, really, for the end of November part -- I don't care if the door does hit your backside -- sayonara, so long fare well, see ya. There were some good days (Happy Birthday to Me!), but a few too many spectacularly craptastic days.
There were still a few picnic tables out down by the river on Sunday -- and a couple of boats on the water -- and it was nice enough (well, tolerable). There were small chunks of ice near the shore, and there might be a light dusting of snow over everything by this evening.
I'm suffering a bit of the melancholy today... at sixes & sevens, spinning my wheels, stuck, uninspired. Knitting, photography, cooking, my house... pfft, I got nothin'. I may be experiencing some Parcheesi withdrawal... a little post-Parcheesi depression. Does that happen to you after finishing a huge project -- knitting or otherwise?