Well friends, it's the last of November. To usher in the new month is a bantering of fresh snow on the tree limbs. Though it is hardly the first snow of the season, we inhabitants wonder if this is the starting of more to come.
My hobbies of lately have been caressing canvases, reading sparingly, museum going, and dark, wintry nights with Teddy. The weather can be harsh, but I remain in good spirits with the end of classes in sight, because let's face it - classes are classes.
On other notes, I plan to visit the Christmas market in Oslo Centre to scope the diggs. Have begun "Grapes of Wrath" again. Very old copy. Pages falling out. Musty. Good read. My poem was published in the Academic Review of Norway.
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