It rained here last night, for hours, and it didn’t freeze. This has to be the strangest November weather in a long time. I mean, this is Minnesota. We’re suppose to get snow and ice and sleet, not rain. It’s still cold, but damp and wet sort of cold. Cloudy and Grey. Almost like England, as if I’ve ever been to England and know what the hell I’m talking about.

I’m out of things to say today. When someone talks about the weather and nothing else, like at a gathering / party, that means they don’t have anything else interesting to share. I’m one of those people today. How tragic.

What do you talk about, at parties and gatherings where you’ve never met the people before, like at a spouses’ company function? Do you hold the wine glass and walk around until someone talks to you, or do you take the initiative to strike up conversations?

I’m the one holding a cup of soda, wandering around, and talking about weather. That’s me. Very easy to spot.

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** Not sure how I fell into this funk, but I don’t like it and will try to come out of it very soon.