… it was bone-chilling this morning but I managed to eke out a walk, albeit small, just in the neighborhood, to pile on a couple of more miles toward the big goal. I toyed with the idea of sleeping in instead, which sounded mighty fine while I was curled up so cozy when the alarm went off, but decided not be a lazybones and get out there and walk. Last year I was kicking myself at year end for those last two weeks in October when I deemed it too dark in the early a.m., and not worth my while getting suited up and out the door for a mere two miles. Bonehead, that I was back then, I stayed inside instead; then, at the end of the year I was wishing I had those measly miles and did not have to traipse in Memorial Park in the snow, ‘round and ‘round like a draft horse stomping out the required miles to meet my goal. This morning, it took forever to get light outside, however, and I just did a couple of laps around Ford Park since it was too late to head down to Council Point Park; I’ll reserve that outing for the weekend and next week after Daylight Saving Time ends. Nothing spooky this morning … it’s crunch time as leaves were falling and fluttering all around me as we get ready to close out October and speed toward November. The leaves were still intact on this mini King Crimson Maple from where I found Mr. Skeleton hanging from a branch, his bones wiggling and rattling in the slight breeze. He looked kinda cold – they could have at least given him a muffler and mitts to keep him warm.