Just got back from walking the dogs, and at a rather early hour (and an early month!) the frost was already starting to form on the grass. 32°F at 9:30 PM on the third of November! Yes, it's that time of the year (and I'm not referring to the election tomorrow, although I have decided to vote FOR districts) - it's time for hot apple cider, and I have both the cider and the Captain Morgan's all ready and stocked up in anticipation. Now all I need is a good book, and it appears that Ricardo Pinto's The Chosen is not going to be cutting it, but I'll slog on for a while yet.