Work ends on a Tuesday, Nov. 10, and my dear wife Karen and I grab a glass of wine, retire to the futon on our side yard alcove with our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B and savor the last hour of sunlight.
It’s 76 degrees in the suburbs of Syracuse, N.Y., a week now that our temperatures have ventured past that 70 mark.
Since Election Day.
The backyard roses have made yet another appearance.
The weather folks say it’s ending today, with a Wednesday of rain and dropping temperatures.
Oh, how sweet it was in this hard-to-take COVID 2020.