I suppose that November had to come and be like, well, November. Most of the leaves are off the trees now, which look too ragged to be quite presentable in formal company.
Back from the Bayit Chadash board meeting, and it is up to me to keep my enthusiasm up, and nose to the grindstone, etc. What is a grindstone, anyway? I am quite sure that I see none in my everyday life.
But on a gray day with a comfortable couch, how does one convince oneself that anything has to be done?
white pebble 