Art of the Odd

Someone who wants to sell me both nursing and travel services likes my blog… (I do enjoy browsing the spam file occasionally.)

I’m days behind on NaNoWriMo. Days. I’m about to start working on it, as soon as I’ve finished blogging. I’ll write on the drive to Wyoming for Thanksgiving, as well. And in Wyoming. I have not yet admitted defeat. (And I’ll be going to the TGIO party whether or not I finish it…)

I’m trying to type with a cat in my lap. Last night, I was trying to type with my husband on my left arm. I persevere, regardless.

See, I used to think that a blog post needed a thesis. A theme. A point, even.

Now I’m just babbling.