Slowly unraveling

Leaves survive the storms, still brightening. Others carpet the ground.
Some trees are already fully bare. 
Extra: Same golden tree, with friends. 
In Oregon we call this a 'sunbreak' — the calm between storms.

Am I brightening, or slowly unraveling?
Days pass without a photo. 
Other snaps don't get uploaded. 
Favorite blippers go unvisited, though not forgotten.
I do what I can when I can. Finally  should be well enough to get a flu shot this Monday.

Getting ready for National Novel Writing Month. Starts Nov. 1.
My 50,000-word unfinished novel is rich in characters, poor in plot. 
I will have to dive in and just start writing. Oy!
Since misery loves company, who wants to write a novel with me?