November is my least favorite time of the year, at least the beginning of it. One gray, cold day after the other, time to start hauling firewood (above, the former girlfriend is getting firewood for her Studio). It is bleak and miserable. The end of month begins to turn to winter, and Thanksgiving gives a warmer glow to things, but I have always thought November is a good prep for the real showdown, with winter. You could feel both today.