December or the twelfth month of the year. The End of the beginning. At least one day outside on wheels every month of the year some more than others. Out again this morning beating the light at 6:50. Layered and warm for a bit of bliss and a scone to follow. Pain was in the legs as the raitos from the summer make the legs Hurt. It is in the numbers and their is light @ the tunnels end, I can see it.