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November 21, 2016
For the second day in a row, the wing is howling, quite literally, outside the windows. Before living in this house, I didn't know the wind could actually howl. With all the wind, brown, desiccated leaves are beginning to pile up on the ground. This is deep fall, arriving in time for Thanksgiving. It seems silly to write about the weather, but I've got nothing else. I had a perfectly good topic occur to me today, something rich and meaningful, an insight, and then it disappeared by the time I got home, and got through the early evening processes. Bother.