It was a mild Halloween. You might be surprised to learn that I bought too much candy. Many cute kids, a few meme costumes, no classics save one Mummy. More kids saying “thank you” than before. A few neighbor dads with tiny kids in dinosaur costumes, and a beer. (Dad, that is. So happy to see the menfolk sustaining the traditions.) Birch behaved, but was probably alarmed by the doorbell: I set it to howl, and so the evening was interrupted every two or three minutes by a distant robotic wolf.

And now November. . It’s the serious month. I don’t think any month has the same spirit or mood. The same grave quality. All the other months that have an insalubrious climate are moving towards something better, but this one moves into the thick of peril, bearing us along stone-faced while we sing holiday songs.

This was the world at the beginning of the week.

Four days later:

On Monday night, a combination of wind and some internal decision by the trees meant a sudden, massive leaf-dump:

It was gorgeous, but you hate to see it. This means the end. This is like the moemnt when the Titanic stern rises high over the sea.

Four days later:

In a week this view will look lush.

I do believe I'm going to pop for the monthly fee to remove link chum. I can't be part of this anymore.

		Here's the thing about these ads: When I see this I think A) eggs have nothing to do with it, and B) that's not the doctor. No one trusts these ads. No one believes these ads.
		Surround yourself with orange lines? You want to take advice from this guy? Who is he? Did he invent the One Weird Trick?

An autumnal-hued image of the Public Services Building taken from the skyway.

You can tell this is going to be the tallest new building downtown, because they've been digging forever and nothing's raised its head above street level.

But wait! There's more! I found another project I hadn't noticed before.

And the City Center facelift, which I fear will be insufficient, continues.

It has a logo! That'll change everything.

Now and then the slip-up hinges on a particular technicality only a few people in the audience know. This is one of those.

I think it has something to do with the red ink, but I'm very good at these. Solution is here.

Odds & sods for the rest of the year. Next year too, now that I think about it.

2019 returns to the bins, and the records dumped back into the world when someone dies and the kids give the contents of Mom and Dad's entertainment system to the Goodwill.

You've probably heard him:

Lawrence Cecil Adler (February 10, 1914 – August 6, 2001) was an American harmonica player. Known for playing major works, he played compositions by Ralph Vaughan Williams, Malcolm Arnold, Darius Milhaud and Arthur Benjamin. During his later career he collaborated with Sting, Elton John, Kate Bush and Cerys Matthews.

That about covers it.

		Can you make the mouth organ boogie? You can. Or rather he could.

		1943: Are you a glutton unable to restrain his eating? Here's help

That'll do - hope you enjoyed the week. Next week: more interesting than this one! And the week after that? EVEN MORE SO.