Saturday November 1

Today is November 1. I was kind of surprised to remember it when I opened the devotional and found--no more pages! Had to dig out the new one I had squirreled away somewhere. Jesus and the 10 lepers, foreigners who ran off and heeded his instructions, one running back to thank him. "Get up and go; your faith has made you well." How often that theme repeats through the Gospels in various scenarios of healing, of being healed by God in the form of a man.

Anyway. It is cloudy and so it is dark. I saw faint stars when I first opened the back door to let out Bella, but they were obscured by cloud by the time we walked. It warmed up slightly and at this time of year, slightly feels like a lot. And so I have been warm and wondering -- Is it warm, or is it me? Warm. There was a wind out of the north that felt delightful. Cooling, fresh. I got sweaty as we walked in my hat and gloves and layers of clothing. I had unzipped my jacket even and of course there was no frost.

My mind is all a'scramble. I don't know what to write here. It is Saturday and I slept well. I am looking forward to soaking my tired, hardworking body in a hot bath. I am looking forward to going to the library and getting some new books. I bought sufficient food at Byron's on my way home yesterday, so I don't have to go down there today. I can still clean the church early Sundays because the clocks change tonight, and it will be light early and so I can go clean. Especially yet with no salty floors to mop. I so much prefer going early Sunday -- as long as it is light and there is no snow and ice -- to going Saturday afternoons. I may vacuum today (or tomorrow) and there are dishes to do. I also plan to cook beans. I wonder if this change in the sky means that rain is coming?

I was so tired last night. But it was an okay night to be tired. Halloween but not this far up the hill. Not. No. I didn't even see any trick or treaters but I didn't look and I certainly was not taking the dogs out as that is the night the ghoulies are out and about. No.

Inca slept with us again. I purposely found her and brought her in. I saw her on the counter waiting for me, an expectant look on her face. I hear a cat fight out front right now. Might be Maya. Who insists on going out. Tho I kept her inside last night too. I just went and checked. Of course as soon as I turned on the porch light and went out, silence. Like kids they are. Silence. No more thumping, growling, roaring. Nothing. I called her name a few times. I gathered up the umbrella I had left out there from early week rain. Came back in. Here I am. Life. It reminds me of when the dogs are eating something they shouldn't, and I say, "What are you eating--" and they instantly stop chewing, like guilty children, wide-eyed, "Nothing!"

The heat just turned on from me going out, but it really doesn't feel cold. I have it set around 55. Maybe it is me who is warm.

I am now in the bathroom. Couldn't put it off any longer. I seem to have my diet on a good place these days. More fruit, nuts.

Oh anyway. I am sure Fergus will want me to let him out once I go back into the kitchen. Little Zem is in the bathroom, as always. She hangs out in here. She is like a little mouse. An odd, small cat. Very odd. They are all odd and most often they drive me nuts. (Not a long drive.)