A new month! A blank slate! An untarnished beginning!
Will I stick to my goals? Oh goodness no. But what will derail me? The fact that daylight will dwindle to about 23 minutes and send me to a spiral of depression and pajamas? Or will I get so stressed about finances that I spend double our grocery budget on wine? Perhaps I will take a jolly “belly like a bowl full of jelly” literally and consume my weight in those cheap holiday sugar cookies that come in sacks.
Ah! The possibilities! So much fuckery to look forward to!
I’ve re-read some Christopher Moore recently. Is there anyone who uses the word fuckery more than him?
Before you ask, nope. I did not sign up for NaBloPoMo. I am also not participating in NaNoWriMo or Movember. (In fact “tweeze” is on my November habit tracker. Take that upper lip and uni-brow! And chin. And any mole anywhere on my body.)
I don’t know what I’m doing. Which is usually true, regardless of the month or point into which we have traversed it.
Today I decided to go old school with that cluelessness. And really, what is more old school than blogging? (Besides making up words like “cluelessness”.)
Pretty much all about hygiene for November. Probably won’t have time to blog with all my hand washing and flossing