It’s a cold, rainy, and dead-leaf morning at 4:24 on November 1, 2025.

The perfect setting for 

Jody Shapiro ✍️🗃️🐾 I hate November, what about you? Prompt.

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It’s time to reflect upon this time of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.

Ugh.

November gets no respect.

Tomorrow, I’ll be up at 3:24.

The porch furniture has been put away.

No more Tornadoes at The Whippy Dip.

Instead, in northeast Iowa, the La Niña polar express will deliver whiteouts.

And, the Coup de grâce, last November dropshipped Donald Trump on us for the second time.

So, Jody, I’ve begun the long countdown — six months until.

Now, I’m confused.

Do I or do I not hate November?

Later today, Rebecca and I will look at the clock and ask, “Is it happy hour yet?” One of us will wonder, Is it 5 o’clock or 3? Then we’ll unite with cocktails, she in the Japanese-looking chair and me in the navy rocker, and agree this setting is so much cozier than the back porch.

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