We're on day three of chilly, wind-blown, rainy days.
In this space between the explosive beauty of the fall and the frenzied madness of the holidays, the world seems to hold its breath.
November in New England is when everything winds down, tucks into itself. The days are stark and cold; the color bleeds from the sky, and the earth is swathed in shades of grey and brown:
We've been rushing around, barely stopping for a moment.
Today is a stay-at-home day.. one of sniffles, mild fevers and warm blankets.
And, of course, knock knock jokes.
Endless knock knock jokes: