November?

I knew that moving south would be a different experience for me - but I didn't realize that it would be such a challenge mentally. It's November (and we'll just ignore the fact that the Red Sox had a bad October) and I'm sitting here with the windows open and the thermometer reads 83 degrees. My struggle here is that I'm not feeling the passage of time. I feel like I'm stuck in a time warp and that August and September keep repeating themselves...it's like Groundhog Day. I knew that I loved the foliage and the change of seasons and I knew the not having that was going to be an adjustment, but I honestly didn't think it would be this hard. I feel like I have reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder in that I'm getting too much sun and warm weather. If I feel like this now - what is February going to feel like?

On another note, now that the election is over we've stopped getting phone calls from Michelle Obama and Martin Luther King, Jr.'s neice (all recorded of course) which is nice. I knew that Florida was a "battleground" state, but this was insane!

Work is going well - the crew from Vermont was in the office this week and it was SO nice to see familiar faces. We caught up on how everyone up there was - there are two new babies coming later this month and early in '09 and the dogs are doing well. I was saddened to learn that Erin's cat Coco died though.

Chris has been busy doing PA at UNF and I'm taking the First Responder class at the community college in January. I'm pretty excited!

Red Sox fan in Tampa Bay country

The Tampa Bay Devil Rays - this team couldn't fill their stadium all year if their future had depended on it. Despite all of that, they somehow manages to climb to the top of the AL East and are now battling for the league championship. The Red Sox, down 3 games to 1 in the series and down 7-0 in the seventh inning managed to pull out the magic that we citizens of Red Sox Nation have come to expect and thanks to the help of Big Papi, Youk and JD Drew are still alive to face the Rays tonight in Game 7. If we still lived in New England, this would all be par for the course; looking sleepy at your desk after a long fought 9 innings the night before; the look of expectation and sudden lift of hope and happiness could easily be attributed to the heroics of New England's favorite boys of summer.

Sadly, we don't live in New England anymore. Here in Florida, the team that couldn't fill a stadium all year suddenly has diehard Rays fans and there are cowbells everywhere. What is a Sox fan to do? Simple...stay up late to watch games and read the Boston Globe online...oh, yeah one more thing...send sympathy cards to all of those poor Rays fans when they lose tonight.

GO SOX!