First week end of november

It is Sunday, the first of November 2012. Grey as it has to be, so we lighted it up wit some cremant de Bourgogne and lights for those who left us. Neither M or I had the opportunity to visit some grave so we had our thoughts at home. I thought I wrote a post some years ago about this and I may have written that I did not need this king of special day to think of the one who died. This is still true but somehow, as quick as I am growing old, I find it respectful to save one day of the year for that. Anyhow, rip. We watched a scary movie (“all good things”) and cooked dinner at home.
We had some red wine chosen by Per Morberg and it was delicious, I recommend it, even if it is a little expansive. I took a little run this morning and felt my muscles which are still crying after the squish of Thursday. M is lying, no feeling well, poor boyfriend…