It's a dreary kind of day. Every once in a while the clouds open up and decide to drop something snow-like upon us, but it isn't sticking to anything other than windshields. The trees are mostly naked now, colorless and bland.

This morning on my in from the bus stop I heard the cry of a red fox, and then I saw them, a pair, running through the orchard across the street, up the hill, and into the woods.

I've eaten enough Thanks- giving yummies for one year. I hope to take advantage of the few weeks between now and Christmas to gather up the momentum to put my eating habits back in order again. I find it not so difficult to enjoy the sights and smells of certain foods without actually putting them into my mouth. (At least that is what I keep telling myself... and there is something quite lovely about the smell of good food.)


I'm feeling tired and slightly headachy this afternoon. I suppose a short nap might be nice before the school bus returns.