November

It's a blustery November day.

I never would have expected that I'd use a word like 'blustery' as a descriptor for anything within my own life. The fact that the address on my voter registration is located in a climate in which the word 'bluster' is the first and last word that comes to mind.. Well, I didn't see that coming. I thought that I had learned my lesson- turns out that I'm not such a fast learner.

So here I am, and it's blustery out there. I expect that Edgar Allan Poe would have written something along line lines of, "It's a blustery November day, the rain is falling in sheets and the rats are loose, climbing the stairs..." The difference is that there are no rats in my world, and it is not raining. Just blustery.