It is... November.
And in the air is a delightful chill.
And in the shops are Christmas decorations.
I am furious.

Because...
IT'S JUST NOVEMBER!

And I am frustrated.
Especially with the fact that these people have no sense of time, or season.

But, I do enjoy an occasional "seasonal" peppermint java chip frappachino.
Of those I do not complain.

But seriously. It's only November. Put the lights and garlands away.

Much love,
A cynical and appreciative Brooke Everly.

P.S. Check this out:
And I hear you say "My love is over,
It's underneath, it's inside, it's in between
The times you doubt me, when you can't feel
The times that you've questioned 'is this for real?'
The times you've broken, the times that you mend
The times you hate me and the times that you bend
Well my love is over, its underneath
It's inside, its in between,
These times you're healing
And when your heart breaks
The times that you feel like you've fallen from grace
The times you're hurting
The times that you heal
The times you go hungry and are tempted to steal
In times of confusion and chaos and pain
I'm there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame
I'm there through your heartache
I'm there in the storm
My love I will keep you by My power alone
I don't care where you've fallen, where you have been
I'll never forsake you
My love never ends, it never ends."

I love Tenth Avenue North. Those guys are brothers.