13 days in September to 880 Minutes in November
Good day readers, Here we are at the end of November. Here in my fair city we have a full moon called a Beaver moon that is lighting the night sky. The last three months have gone in warp speed, a blur. August ended with a prison escape of a pint sized double murderer who was in a county jail instead of a prison. November is ending with me recovering from over-challenging myself, which I freely admit. My primary job is in an industry where the fourth quarter of the year is by far the busiest of the year too. So much happened in between and still I cannot believe we are closer to Christmas than any other holiday. Back in the heat of August life was progressing as a normal passage of Summer. Then a series of events occurred that would be unbelievable. The week of my long awaited vacation, my Dad decided to schedule himself for old fashioned open heart surgery at nearly 85 years old and not consulting family to make proper ...