Yesterday was a fine fall day. 75 degree high with hardly any wind. I took this photo, strung up orange/purple lights on the shrubs in front of the house, strung more solar lights on the deck out back, tended to the apple trees, swept the garage, broke the garage door opener… A lot was accomplished. And I did it because I knew it was the last call.
Today we’re thirty degrees colder with cloudy skies and high winds. The cats who raced out when I got up are all racing back in. A couple of them stood at the door and said, “Fuck this, I’m going to bed. Wake me in April.”
I have to make a Rx run to Tioga today but that’ll be the only time I get out of the house over the next couple days. Monday morning I’m back behind the wheel of the bus, trying to balance the heater between the two available settings: Arctic blast and Saharan heat. I can’t wait to see what it’s like in January.
Have a great weekend.