Frost On Summer's Remnants
That's my outdoor solar lamp. (Frost is covering the little panel on top.) The citronella candle is hiding behind it.
The boy has taken himself off to work, packing Thanksgiving leftovers for dinner. The remaining leftovers are packaged and/or frozen for future meals. The turkey carcass is tucked in the freezer for future soup, and the dogs are mightily disappointed they weren't allowed to take it outside for themselves. (Raw bones are okay, but cooked bones are not.)
Now I'm settling in with warm cranberry wine, goat cheese and sourdough. I've a little noveling to do today.
Making the 50K NaNo goal isn't going to happen, but I did get 20K of first-draft fiction down. This is a big deal, since my fiction projects since Viable Paradise have been all about revising previous works that were salvageable. That 20K of this month is all brand-spanking-new and shiny. Yes, I stumbled around, wrote and deleted at least as much as I kept, and wandered down some research roads when I should have been pounding out words. But I am having fun, so screw the wordcount. :)
Besides, a bunch of other cool things happened this month, and I wouldn't have wanted a miss a single one of them.
(Okay, maybe I'd have wanted to tinker with some of the events, but not miss them altogether. Hee.)