It's NOVEMBER already?

Time flies fast.

The trees are all changed to crimson, gold, marron and brown.

Although we have been blessed with a few unseasonably warm days, the nights are all frosty and frigid and I need the electric blanket, if just to warm the bed before I go in.

Wasn't it just yesterday I was walking the sands of PJ Hoffmaster, listening to the singing sand beneath my feet?

That day I got the board out because there were actually some waves was like total magic. There is no feeling like riding a wave. I lose myself in that... there are no more problems, no more worry... just me and the wave.

But all I have left is the hope that I can go again next year.

I don't take winter well. At all. The cold invades my bones and chills every single ounce of my being. It's like I have no defense. No way to get warm.

I pile the bed with blankets and pile myself with longjohns, sweaters, sweatshirts and down jackets. To no avail. I am still cold. Nothing makes me warm but the appearence of the summer sun and it's radiant heat.

When it's 95° and people are complaining their lips off, I am just comfortable.

I don't know why but I have always been that way.

Momma said Daddy was like that too.

He wore flannel shirts all summer so he wouldn't get cold. It had to be 85° outside before he'd take us to the lake for a swim. In the winter he'd sit on the furnace and sip hot coffee most of the night. He worked in the foundry all day. I don't know when he slept. I guess I got that from him too. I don't need much sleep either.

Someday I'm gonna move where it's warm.

I can't stand the time I waste hibernating, but I can't make myself move when I am cold.

I just can't do it.

I want to live where I can LIVE year around. When I can get up every day and know it's going to be a productive day. Where I don't need layer upon layer of restrictive clothing to allow me to at least function. Instead of living for a few months and spending the rest of my time freezing.

My day will come.

You'll see!