November is an incredibly hard month, made harder by the lack of snow to lighten the grey. We are now one week and 2 days away from December. The grass is still green. And so is the Egyptian walking onion though it is looking a little limp. My two mandevillas are still alive on the deck. It could be their last day though. The temperature is dipping tomorrow. I don’t think it’s possible for it to come up again. Or could it? Can you imagine a winter in Saskatchewan without snow?

November is an incredibly hard month. Daylight didn’t come till 9 this morning. It’s not a good month to do a makeover, set new goals, or lose weight. It’s hard even to write a few words. There’s no hope in me setting the world on fire. I’m as sleepy as can be. I could snack and drink tea all day long. But I must get a handle on this. I must grow a back bone, have a little self control and learn how to start a fire.

I’ve managed to set down Mathew Perry’s book, Friends, Lovers and the Big Terrible Thing and hoist myself off the loveseat. It’s a good read and I am surprised to read all the bad reviews on Goodreads. It’s very illuminating into the world of addiction. It’s of interest, too that he grew up in Canada, his mother the press secretary to Pierre Trudeau and his stepfather is Keith Morrison, an ex CBC reporter. Morrison was a friend of my neighbour 2 houses down from me way back in the days. He would visit from time to time. I could tell when by his fancy sports car parked in the street.

Yes, November is an incredibly hard month. It’s dark already at 5:15. I must turn the light on. I haven’t got the fire going yet but there’s a bit of spark in me.