November arrived and the humidity disappeared. It’s as if it dropped 20 degrees overnight. Now instead of sweating, I’m wearing sweatshirts. That could be because I caught whatever crud Camille was passing out and I’m congested and freezing even though I’m pretty sure that it’s still in the 80s. But the air is noticeably cooler, sick or not.
I’m writing this from one of Calvin’s last basketball games of the season. I think he only has 2 more after today. In spite of an auspicious beginning, they have gone on to lose every single game since. It turns out it’s not exactly their fault though. They are playing as a middle school team of 6, 7 and 8th graders, but they have to play against High School JV teams — 9th and 10th grade at a minimum. Something about having one or two boys on the team who just turned 14, pushes the entire team up an age group.
