Daily Notes for Monday October 26th. Clouds and a bit of a chill on this October Morning.

 I have the backyard looking like this but not the chairs.  And wouldn't want to sit outside anyway.

I have yet to pull on my wool socks but I have had breakfast (oatmeal) and my electrolyte water and pills. My hair is a wild wide mess....uncontrollable.   Election news continues to bore me senseless with name calling and lies.. I all ready voted.

I am reading an old favorite book and skipping the plot points that have aggravated me from the beginning....the remainder of the book is quite lovely.....as are the characters...but the subplot stinks. When we roll off the main plot into the swamp.....omg I skip ALL the pages.....  But he hasn't swung by with the new AC unit as yet.... so I continue to read.   Agnes got a new AC unit from the Hit Man.  

There was Football yesterday...I have no recall of who played whom and stopped watching when my sweet potatoes were ready to exit the oven.   I will be having the sweet potatoes for lunch today.  I do not recall if today is grocery or library...I know...I should make an index card....to remind me.  There was no newspaper today as it's Monday....would be nice if there was also no news on tv because it's Monday.

I need to pull on my wool socks... Maine has decided Summer/Fall is over....Winter is next up..  There is zero sunshine.  As I proofread the Sun has arrived....very bright.  All the dew on the grass is sparkling.

I seemed to have discovered (yesterday) several packages of very very nice cards- the sort one sends to friends with a nice written letter inside.  I used to do that. I stopped because I got fewer and fewer letters in return...until I got NONE. And actually never heard from people again.  I often wondered what happened to them....still no clue. Letters I wrote started being returned by the post office.  I was getting the feeling  everyone else had MOVED on and left me behind with no forwarding address..  

Here, too, on the posts I write. People comment for a few years and then poof...never to be heard from again.  I feel like the fictional character in One Day in December who sends letters to dead people- no stamps.......in December.  I send all year not just in December.