The past few mornings have greeted me with that invigorating bite of autumn—brisk and bracing in the best way. My nightshift with Mother is 11 p.m. to 7 a.m., so there’s quite a chill in my old house when I get home. I built my first fire of the season a few mornings ago. If you had been here, I would’ve thrown a pan of biscuits in the oven and fried us some bacon and eggs. Instead, I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee and savored the crackling fire alone. On another note, I had my back door painted black a few weeks ago. I think it adds a bit more coziness to the space. What say ye?
I hope this first day of November has been a beautiful one for you. Don't forget to set the clocks back tonight, and if you've run out of things to pray about, Mother and her caregivers can use your prayers. Until Mother's arm is healed, she can’t use her walker, which adds to the challenges of everyday life with a broken arm. In the meantime, we’re leaning into patience and God’s sufficient grace. Until next time, dear friend, be kind, be good, and hug someone you love. 
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