Halloween
We went trick-or-treating without coats, but I was mad I didn’t wear a scarf and grateful for the 6-year-old’s gloves.

Nov. 1
The field lights miraculously turned on (not so much miraculously as because the right people — the people who would soon politely ask for their field — had asked they be lit). We were playing ultimate in practical daylight, wearing t-shirts and sweating.

Nov. 2
I watched fat clumps of snow fall onto trees so colorful I had stopped and marveled on my way in. My ear has bothered me the least it has in three days — hardly noticeable in comparison to the pain of yesterday. I think maybe from the more stable barometric pressure. So maybe winter can stay.