Today was an unusually warm day for November. The outside cleaning that Frank hoped would not have to happen until the spring was fully doable today. He resisted but the relented. It was beautiful in a sad sort of way. It wasn’t supposed to be this warm today. He wasn’t supposed to break boxes down and fill garbage bags up with stuff cleaned out of the shed three months ago… his timeline was potentially skewed by the jet stream.
Space time and meteorological continuum theories aside, the backyard looks nice. Well, better than it did.