One of the things that I appreciate (and have always appreciated) about November is its great sleeping weather.  When the night is cold and heavy, it feels heavenly to crawl into bed, pull up the covers, and settle down for a "long winter's nap."  I'm a pretty solid sleeper year-round, I guess -- but especially in November, I love my bed.

The only problem is that I sometimes have to leave my bed!

The last two mornings, I have totally slept through my morning alarm.  It happened yesterday, and I figured that maybe Cor had messed with the buttons on the alarm clock (which does happen periodically)... But I know for sure that when I went to bed last night (after Cor was already in bed for the night) everything with the alarm clock was in good working order.  And yet, this morning my eyes fluttered open at 7:30 -- an hour and fifteen minutes later than my planned wake-up time -- and I had absolutely no recollection of any alarm activity.

So I had to scramble a bit this morning, to get the week off to a good start.  But all's well that ends well.  And in the end, the whole experience helped me to rediscover one of the most central Joys of November -- the Joy of a soft, warm bed.  I'm looking forward to bed tonight already...