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It's chilly in the mornings and my hands grow cold on the steering wheel. It's amazingly crisp for the start of November here: the sky is clear and bright (and with the cold, unforgiving). The colors are not brilliant so much as they are stark, boldly unwilling to be simply pretty as they are when softened, but equally unwilling to go unnoticed. The shadows are sharp.
Definitely time for the gloves. And more lotion. The weather here is not helping the damage I did to my hands in New Hampshire (I managed not to notice till it actually cracked, the next to last day, how badly the skin on the backs of them was drying out). I've started using lotion, but I still need to protect them.
Now, if only I knew where my gloves were. A task for some spare moment....
And I did get to see trick-or-treaters last night, though I missed most of the rush.
Definitely time for the gloves. And more lotion. The weather here is not helping the damage I did to my hands in New Hampshire (I managed not to notice till it actually cracked, the next to last day, how badly the skin on the backs of them was drying out). I've started using lotion, but I still need to protect them.
Now, if only I knew where my gloves were. A task for some spare moment....
And I did get to see trick-or-treaters last night, though I missed most of the rush.