I Donut Know How I'll Get To Everything on My Agenda This Week, But I Do Know I'm Inspired by Apple Cinnamon Buddies as I Work

It's November. I haven't turned on the heat yet, but I've made it to the 1st and know that it's okay if I do. I made it to the target date. No, I don't adhere to the sticker that my dad kept above his downstairs thermostat, May all you ecological bastards freeze to death in the dark, but I am a bit apprehensive of doing winter before I have to.

And I'm thankful for bakeries that have hosted freshly made cinnamon-apple donuts at their counters because I've indulged and been eating them for breakfast each morning at 7 a.m. with my cups of coffee. This is joy. Absolute joy. The taste of fall and the flavor of the season. I'm not a Starbuck's pumpkin sort (latte what?), and I don't go berserk for pies, but I do love the seasonal donut (in the evening Winterfest brews). I welcome them to join my home. 

Conference season is upon us, as are the end-of-the-semester, second-half games. It seems to be one meeting after another in anticipation of all still to come.

Exhausted? Getting there. But how can I complain if I keep a stock of apple-cinnamon donuts in the house?

Of course the grass needs another mowing, and summer tools need to be replaced with winter ones. I spent a portion of a break I took yesterday putting together an elliptical. I'm hoping it will give me reasons to sweat during the colder months, even though I'd rather be running. I'm just not there yet. In fact, I picked up my Vicki Soto 5K bib yesterday and was sad to know I'll likely have to walk it, rather than run it. My spirit will come from participating in the back, but I'll be there...

...perhaps carrying a donut and a mug of coffee, even though I shouldn't. Ah, it is what it is. Happiness wherever and whenever I can get it.