Linda? Are you there? I looked at my calendar and at the last post. After flying along and easily doing one to three posts a day, I’ve finally reached that point. I don’t want to post today. I don’t want to do anything. I blame you. However, I also hope you have power. From the looks of it you do, but I’ll have to read your post shortly. For those of you who don’t know it’s Every Darn Day December, where you’re to blog every day. I thought I had this in the bag. I should have stretched my year in review story.
I wish I were drinking absinthe. Within ten minutes tops the world would be a perfect place, like the glorious winter wonderland outside my window. It’s only 7:20, and I badly want to be curled up in bed. I’ve been back to 4-5 hours of sleep a night. Way too stressed weird dreams, too. That’s what I get for recalling the past year. And snoring. I keep waking myself up because it tickles in my nose. It’s not even a loud snore, it’s just annoying.
So happy EDDD, December 22. I hope you drown in the copious amounts of snow you’ve shoveled upon me, like freezing heaps of manure.
EDIT: Linda does not have power! Go to her blog, rub your feet on the carpet, and touch it. Give it life! Or clap. I know it works for poisoned fairies, but not so sure about power issues.