No More Indian Summer

Bah, well, it was bound to come to an end eventually. No more sunshine and 70s for us — it’s been pretty bleak the past couple of days, and we had snowfall all this morning. Still, I’ve got these:

– I was really surprised when these Brandywines ripened, as they were totally green and hard as rocks when I brought them inside. But after about a week on the window sill, they started blushing, and it seems like I just woke up one day and found them as red as you like. Tomatoes from the garden in November? Yes, please.
– Everything that could possibly be said about Tuesday’s election already has been, but — oh, what a relief. The entire election day really had the feel of a national holiday to me. It helped that the weather was gorgeous, but it was also just the mood. Everybody at my polling place seemed so excited and happy (and I didn’t have to wait in line). I decided to skip the free coffee and donut as A) I would have had to drive out of my way to get them and B) I didn’t really want them when all was said and done. Instead, I made cookies.
– I re-joined my gym (or unsuspended my membership) on the first of the month, and it’s been a rocky start. The first day I went, I tried to do a bit of running, but I wound up hurting my leg again (the same place as when I was in Frankfurt — luckily, the pain was gone by the next day). So the next time I went, I thought I would use a stationary bike, but because I have a funny shoulder, the regular ones aren’t always so great. I tried one of the seated bikes, which was fine, except that when I sat down on it again today, I realized that the back of the seat had bruised my spine. I swear, sometimes I’m indestructible, and sometime I’m falling apart at the seams. It’s a nuisance.
– For the record, I do not like daylight savings time. It feels like it’s at least ten at night, and. . . it’s not. Thumbs down to time changes. Thumbs down to the tilt of the Earth.