What was I supposed to do in November, again?

Hmmm.

I don't know, but I feel like November was bringing something...or maybe I was supposed to do that one thing...or maybe I just am meant to enjoy what the month will bring?

Nope. There was something happening in November. Something I've been waiting on for a few months now. I guess we'll just see if I can recall anytime sooon.

The best part about November is also becoming the worst part. It's getting colder. Now, now, I love my cold weather, and I embrace it as much as I do my sunny humid days, but it also means I need to switch out my gear for cycling. This weekend should be one of the last--if not the--last mild weekend before the real chills of the old man winter start to creep up. I think a low of 28 and high of 58 sounds quite pleasant--however a ride starting off early in the morning when it's 34 and ending when it's 58 is just plain annoying. So I'll be riding with a pack this weekend.

This weekend. Oh how I crave it's arrival. I haven't had a 'free' weekend in several weeks and therefore haven't been able to ride all morning, explore all afternoon and enjoy the weekend nights. To say I'm ready for it, well, that's an inestimable summation.

Tomorrow is the first game of my Vandy basketball season tickets, and I am stoked. Though it's not the cats, it's still one of the best SEC teams and should be awesome to be in Memorial Gym all winter.

The science.

Yeah. About that. If there was a tangible face, adorned with the most inaffable, annoying smirk, I would gladly take my transgressions out on it most fastidiously.

A good 'ol sock to the mouth.

It's really just one of those cycles where you hit brickwalls, speedbumps, traffic stops, crazy drivers, grannies and wide-load trailers in science. However, when it all happens within a week window you develop a bit of crazy.

Push on through though.

Pfeww. Alright. Here we go.

To the weekend and basketball season starting (Go Cats, Go 'Dores).