Sunday the clocks changed. Small Island. No pork chops.

 I feel disoriented when the clocks change and wish  they, whoever they are, would just make up their minds. We don't get an extra hour of anything. 

Moving on, I made it to the library

Stickers from Halloween everywhere.

 and here's today's entertainment

Book and TV series. So I'll see what they did with the novel.

And with the new month, I can resume borrowing from hoopla, starting with 

After lunch, the sun came out, the wind dropped and I walked to the pond, lovely sights today. The birds were quiet, they don't like wind, so it was the wind in the trees, fallen leaves and me.

Some oak leaves came home with me.

Beautiful day.  After a postwar WW2 childhood with air pollution from coal fires making November a dark, foggy time, I never take these clear bright days for granted. 

Happy day everyone, enjoy your day. I forgot to explain about pork chops: Gary was about to cook some for his visiting granddaughters, stopped in to ask if I'd like one, or keep one for next day. I explained thank you, but I don't eat pork, so good of you to think of me. 

Special thoughts to blogista e, please, she's got a medical/surgical appointment today, sez Ted and Big Ursy.

Also Nurse Fluffina FRN, that's Feline Registered Nurse