Not sure why my November 1 post is dated November 2, but it was most certainly composed and fully posted on the first of the month.  (In case the gods of NaBloPoMo are putting me on the naughty list).  So there. 

Holy crap, it’s November and that means I’ve become a daily NaBloPoMoMoFo. 

Here’s what’s going on at Rockefeller Center today: Cranberry-raking!  Hellifino.  There’s a reflecting pool filled with them, and rain-garbed, crusty old men are raking them around while some kind of old-timey wheelie thing spins on and on in the corner.  Spinning wheel?  Cran-grinder?  wft, mate?

I didn’t have time to really smoke it out, having spent all my allotted out-of-office time in the sales den at Anthropologie.  Great success! 

Also: yesterday, (HALLOWEEN, PEOPLE!) I saw my first Christmas display. Today, I heard my first Christmas carol in Macy’s. Bryant Park has their skating rink up and running, and Rockefeller Center is working on theirs. I am not pleased.