It only hit me today how little of November is left, despite my counting down like this. December usually comes sneaking up on me, but I guess there are hardly any months I don't feel that way about (it still takes a long long time for March to arrive, and usually April too). We celebrated Thanksgiving at India Palace with a delicious feast, and we've been more or less feasting ever since. It feels lovely to have the house full, and our temporary kitchen situation is even working out just fine.
Gus couldn't be happier about this snow, just barely enough for a dog to frolic in.