Ok, so I’m exhausted. How ’bout you?
No, the blogging everyday is not getting to me- I’m actually pretty proud of how much I’ve been able write so far. Plus it’s addictive. Maybe I won’t be able to stop on December 1 and then I really will be ready to try a whole novel in a month next November.
Yeah, and maybe pigs will fly and elves will do my Christmas knitting and baking too.
Did I hold my breath too long and now I’m suffering from oxygen deprivation? Maybe. I now feel like it’s OK to sleep. That I’m not going to wake up to some horrendous catastrophe. Which experience tells me might be an unrealistic assumption but right now this minute the sky isn’t falling whatever it may do tomorrow.
Maybe it’s the election, maybe it’s the time change. The cats seem a little wigged out about the time change and keep trying to make me feed them at 5 am.
I’d just really like to spend a little time doing nothing special. Watch the leaves turn, write a little (or maybe a lot), read some, knit some, nap….
Only I think the opera is about to slap me up the side of the head and shout “Get Real, Dress Rehearsals are next week and the Diva has no shoes!”
Why doesn’t the Diva have shoes? I’m really too tired to explain, I just know the sky will fall if she doesn’t have some soon.