The sky’s a funny color this morning. I’ve had a bout of shyness writing wise- been writing a lot but not wanting to post it, or keep it posted. I’m sure that’ll get worked through.
Trying to catch hold of October before it’s completely gone. I’ve mostly missed it. This has always been my favorite month. It’s also a month that has tended to miss any bad stuff. Half the calendar has bad anniversaries. September- well, you know what happened to September. But October has had a perfect record.
Not now. But you know what? Okay. Thirty good Octobers is pretty good. If you love something (even a month) you gotta stop requiring at some point that it be perfect.
Been looking so forward to the *end* of this one- because of NaNoWriMo, and also because my favorite holiday is November 1st, Los Dios de Los Muertos, but maybe I shouldn’t rush through these last three days. I’m going to make them my October. Go walking. Wear the bulky sweaters. Not as excited about the hot cocoa part because I’ve been living on tea, but … popcorn! Monopoly and popcorn in the big dark. And of course, we’ve still got Halloween.
Sierra is going with a friend this year, I took them last year so that’s fine. We’ll still do the uber-sorting at home. Ritual, you know. The candy doesn’t really count until it’s been put in it’s specific pile, and counted, and compared to other brands, and generally hoarded over.
Thank you, btw, to people who continue to read through the odd bits on the blog. I appreciate it. I have really good online friends here, and Imtay of course-
he’s busy, and gone quiet, but he’s still there, moderating comments when I don’t have a chance to, or just generally listening when I can’t make anything but bizarre creature sounds.
I wish I could give you all a country, or at least an archipelago of pretty islands. *nods*
Well, it’s 8:11am- and my October awaits.