Somehow, it is already December. Which happens to mean a number of things. First, my month of let's see if I can post every day (known to braver souls who actually signed up as NaBloPoMo) is over, and I actually made it writing a post a day. It was much less scary and much less pointless than I anticipated. Now that it's over I would like to try to keep up posting on most days, but I won't be too upset if I miss a couple here and there.
December also means the Big Week of Appointments is here. Urologist for JD tomorrow, my repeat u/s for Immanuel on Tuesday, and we see the RE on Wednesday. Hopefully, there will be a schedule and a plan. Somehow we made it here, and I am not yet completely insane. But I really don't think I will be very good at handling any additional delays. So let's not have any. OK? OK.
There is snow on the ground. Actual white snow. And it's not melting or anything. It really is December. And it is hard to believe that last weekend we were doing things like these.
Climbing the wall. This is the first day, when I didn't make it all the way up. This is just about how high I made it. Oh, and I am still collecting guesses as to the style I ripped off on the entry that describes the experience. Please feel free to submit your guess. In fact, I would appreciate it if you did.
This is a closeup. I am only including it because my ass looks much smaller in this picture than it has gotten to be in real life. Sad, I know.
Can you spot the fish in this one? Hint: it seems to have succeeded in that whole evolutionary adaptation business.
This was shortly after I did make it all the way up the wall the next day. I missed taking pictures of the sunset itself, but the sky was still playing with shapes and colors for a good half hour after the sun appeared to have gone into hiding.