Still November

The snow is falling and it's in the upper 20s. I have go out there and put up a ladder on somebody's garage to install a light - once I work up the courage.

But in my mind, I'm sitting in the courtyard of the Kingston Brewing Company with my mates. It's late summer. We're tired and sweaty, downing cold beers and teasing the waitress. Because soon it will be November and cold and dark and I'll be trying to keep my fingers warm while turning a tiny screw...