The last day of NaBloPomo is finally here, and I couldn't be happier. I realize this is a voluntary torture program, but I really didn't want to give up on it, even when I had nothing interesting to say (which was a good 90% of the time, I know). I like blogging, but I'm truly not verbose enough to maintain a daily regimen of quality posts. And I don't really want to try.
Today was the last day of my 4 day vacation, and I tell you, it came way too quickly. I feel like I didn't have a chance to get anything done, though I know I had plenty of time to do it. It's the same thing every time I get a couple days off. I plan on getting lots of housework done, and then Sunday comes around, and I've done nothing I've set out to do. My dining room table is still covered with junk, my computer room is still filled with stuff that needs to be sorted, and the Christmas/Hanukkah decorations are still in their boxes. I did, however, have dinner with great people, spend time with Donald, take Mia to the vet, visit with my out of state relatives, hang out with friends, watch a lot of football, and go out to a hockey game. So it's not like I sat around like a bum all weekend (though that's exactly what I wanted to do).
And now, I am off to bed, because I seriously cannot keep my eyes open a second longer.