Here is a sillouette of the Wet Mountains at about 5:20 p.m. on my way home from work tonight. Kind of pretty in a dark sort of way, wouldn't you say? Why is it that we seem to have more energy when the days are longer? My natural inclination this time of year is to get my jammies on at about 8 o'clock and get into bed to read for awhile before turning the light off, but that just seems like a waste of time to me. So I make a cup of coffee when I get home and cruise for awhile. Ahh, caffeine.
Mom and I have been on the phone talking about who's coming for Thanksgiving next week and how to share the cooking. I have the whole week off (!!!) and intend to really enjoy the process and the wonderful company of my daughters this year.
Speaking of Thanksgiving, I finally got a picture the other day of some wild turkeys out on the Beulah road. Usually by the time I get my camera out they've chortled their way into the brush.
I revel in the knowledge that come February it will still be light at the end of a work day. So let's just tuck in and stay warm till then, shall we?