Thursday, November 07, 2013


I like November -- the muted, faded colors, the migrating birds. I like thinking about writing a novel in November and then not doing it. I like snow and the prospect of snow. But the shortening days and overcast skies -- November is the cloudiest month in Minnesota -- are a problem, especially if I forget to turn on my lightbox. However, on the bright side, I turned on my lightbox this morning, and it glared into my eyes for at least half an hour. Maybe I can convince Patrick to drive down the river this weekend to look for migrating swans and pelicans and to stop in the BNOX gallery in Pepin.


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