Another gray day. A fine mist I barely noticed. Sprinting through one green light, having to stop at two other red ones. Some less than generous feelings toward a few path hoggers. Reciting the poem, “The Crazy Woman in November.” Wondering what “a song of gray” is, after reciting the lines, I’ll wait until November/And sing a song of gray. Decided that the theme for November will be gray.
On November 6th, my original entries for this week were accidentally erased. Now, Monday (7th) morning, I’m trying to remember a few things from them. For a lengthier explanation, see my entry for november 1st.