So far November feels like spring. I love that. I love looking forward to tennis and bowling with Mike tonight, to quenching my Chinese food cravings. I love waking up to bright sunlight in bed with me, all across the floors and spilling into the hallway from the cracks in our doors. I love the lamp on my desk that I took from the empty desk beside me, the hot cup of coffee I'm about to refill, the feeling of accomplishment after figuring something out on my own in my second week of work.