Well, it took a while, but the temperature around here finally dropped to what I would consider acceptable November levels.
…and then just kept on dropping.
On Monday I went jogging in a sleeveless vest. On Wednesday I went jogging in a thick hoodie, toque (AKA beanie, to any confused non-Canuck readers) and gloves.
And now I’m at war with my brain.
Brain: Wow it got cold all of a sudden!
Me: Yeah, look, I can see my breath!
Brain: Smell that?
Me: What?
Brain: Almost smells like it could snow.
Me: *breathes deeply* Mm-hm.
Brain: You might say that it’s…
Me: No. Stop.
Brain: *giggles* …it’s…
Me: Don’t do this.
Brain: ♫♪ …it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! ♫♪
Me: I’m gonna murder you with an ice pick.
That’s right, it’s only a week into November and I have Christmas music stuck in my head and it’s not even the stores’ fault because although a bunch of them already have Christmas displays up, none of them are playing holiday music yet which means my brain is just an asshole with a hard-on for Bing Crosby.
Anyone know the best pesticide for earworms?
Most of the stores in Maine had Christmas decorations right alongside the Halloween. That’s just wrong. One holiday at a time people! Lately, poor ole Thanksgiving gets shunted aside like grandma Ethel’s fruitcake. I can not even think about Christmas yet. Groan…
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And yes, they’re predicting snow showers for us tomorrow night. Winter is right around the corner, grinning maniacally and waiting to bury us in white crap.
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November just makes me grumpy. I’m never ready for it. Ugh.
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