Tonight, gosh, tonight. I staggered off my front porch to go for a run I was almost rabid with desire for, and yelled "are you fucking kidding me?" at the sky as a sudden summer-level downpour poured down cartoonishly on me. I looked over just in time to meet the eyes of the sweet young blonde mother who is my next door neighbor, her two little toddler boys in tow. A great impression I made, doubtless, yelling at the clouds.

Later, I lay down on the floor of the bath and filled up the tub with the shower going.

I know-- I have three thankful-fors left, and I'm trying to make them very good. Happy fall. I survived November. I have a lot to be thankful for. Here is a picture of my face and body and fence, and I look like I'm the cover of a country mall photo kiosk.