Hey, it's November.

Wow everyone, it's NOVEMBER.  You know, that great no-man's wasteland between Halloween and Christmas.  November has the unfair disadvantage of landing with a harsh thump on the day after one of the greatest holidays of the year.  If you're reading this on November 1st, I'll wager you're hung over from one form of sugar or another.  The six-year-old absolutely did not want to get out of bed this morning, and we made it home and into bed by about 9:15 last night, with an awesome haul.

I'm pretty sure that Charles Schultz labeled November with piles of leaves and football....because what else is there?  Deborah Drake would tell you "Gratitude Gratitude Gratitude."  And I'm definitely feeling grateful this November; with two online training contracts underway and a third in gestation, with fun video productions coming up for Mark Behringer and Gerald Grinter, with 4th quarter opportunities springing up hinter and nither and my home life coming into its own week by week.  There's always a lot to be grateful for, in and out of November.

However, as a month, I just don't care for Nov.  It gets cold.  Cold er.  Out here in the Pac NW it gets more rainy or misty or something precipitous.  The freekin month starts with the word NO.

The retailers don't really even try to pretend November is anything other than a time to put away your Halloween junk (in easily identifiable orange containers) and get ready for Christmas.  Discounted Halloween items were already stocked right next to Fred Meyer's Christmas decor.  ...it made me a little excited and happy.  And I must remember that the snow will start falling soon, which means SKIING!

I won't be participating in No-Shave-November, or Movember (to grow a moustache).

I am participating in a November blogesphere event over on Tuesdays With Deborah.  November is National Novel Writing Month, so several of us have committed to blogging something like 100 words a day.  My apologies in advance :)

Til tomorrows entry...