30 days of NaBloPoMo, 30 posts. Very few of them actually involved the official prompts, but never mind: zero days missed.
The funny thing is that I post pretty much every day anyway, but something about having to post every day felt a lot like pressure. And we all know how much I like doing things that I feel like I'm being told to do or that I have to do (wonder where Thing Two gets that from?? Hmm...) which is completely and totally irrational given that this was a 100% voluntary activity. Welcome to my head...it's a scary place sometimes. I probably need professional help.
After the activity of the past few days, today was very quiet. My menfolk collectively went out and sawed down a Christmas tree of quite impressive girth (we are calling it "portly.") I sorted two kids' worth of closets and drawers, did about four loads of laundry, ran some errands, and cleaned the house a bit. As a reward for all my labors, I am currently perched on the edge of the hearth and savoring the feel of a lovely warm fire on my back. Ahhh...peace at last.