Papa Wooley and I Will be Presenting in Denver this Upcoming Weekend, But So Great Having Some of the Crew with Me this Weekend, Too

And the food festivities were a preview of the time to come (I really do hate the excess of teaching that comes with the holiday season. I just carry a bag of carrots and say, "Sorry. Let me be a rabbit." I did practice this weekend with popcorn evening snacks, bagel breakfast feasts (with cinnamon rolls), and pesto chicken with fries. I wish I had more will power. I do not. 

The Connecticut winds were whacky, so much that it pushed a tree over onto I-95 in Milford. I walked Karal after everyone departed and we got hit with a mini-hail storm which pegged at my face. Didn't know they were calling for any of it.

The out-of-town guests, did cause me to do bedroom laundry and linens in preparation of Chitunga and Lys's arrival when I return from NCTE.

Dockside was decked out with holiday decorations: I said it looked like Christmas threw up inside the restaurant. It was excessive, overbearing, and a tad bit obnoxious. I get it, though...it is a people's bar and the inhabitants of the area reserve many spaces for their holiday parties. I also laughed that the wait staff all look like they are 12. It's probably because I'm so far from the new generation of young people who frequent such a place. 

I cherished my evening of multiple sports channels, as it makes the colder months that much more enjoyable. My soul is warmed by watching others sweat.

Long day of meetings today and more preparation. Looks like the temperatures are remaining miserable. And that, of course, is what November is supposed to bring.