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For the past few weeks I’ve been enjoying sunny walks outside.  Despite a flash of snow in October, we’ve been lucky enough to have pretty mild (for November) weather.  I can’t get over it.  Every day feels like a glorious autumn gift.  It seems unreal.  And it’s doing strange things to me.

Just the other Saturday I woke up and something about the way the light was streaming through the windows evoked a strong desire to do, um, housework (brace yourselves) AND yardwork.  Crazy, right?  So off I went happily pruning rose bushes.  But I didn’t stop there.  I started washing the windows.  ALL of them, inside and out.  The strangest part?  I felt a sense of quiet satisfaction and maybe even pleasure at my unexplainable domestic productivity.

The best part?  I felt like I was living in a brand new house.  Everything seemed brighter, shinier and new.  I started feeling happier about life.  I befriended some small woodland creatures.  I composed a song about sunshine and daffodils and then had the entire neighborhood join me singing and dancing outside while wearing brightly colored costumes.

And that was that.