Yeah…

It’s too much stress to even try lying to myself about the novel.  Not real con­fi­dent about the bloggy posty either, but hey, I haven’t blown that com­pletely yet. Even if all that’s get­ting posted right now is ran­dom thoughts, I think that I’ve read enough other NaBloPoMo posts that are of the same level that I can for­give myself for that.

Friends will be here in an hour, and I’m excited but I’m also wound up tight.  I’ll try and chill for a few days and just quit with the fid­get­fid­get ner­vous­ness, which will prob­a­bly all smooth out once they’re here.

Oh, that reminds me that over Turkey Day, I’m sup­posed to cheer up my Granny who got some­thing pre­scribed “for her nerves”.  Since I’m the level headed and grounded one. It’s funny ’cause, sadly, it’s true.  Laugh­ter is good for the soul, right?