I had a pretty crappy Thanksgiving week.
Those of you who are my Facebook friends know a little about this. Suffice it to say, after all the polishing and ironing and dusting and vacuuming and cooking, there was no eating of turkey in my house on Thanksgiving Day. For me, there was no eating of anything at all from Wednesday night until late Thursday.
May you never, ever have the misery of a stomach bug on the one and only holiday that is chiefly about food.
Said bug then ripped its merry way through the rest of the family.
We did finally celebrate Thanksgiving on Sunday, and I am so glad that our friends were willing to come to our house and share it with us despite the possibility of evil germs.
So here on the brink of December, looking back on the disaster that was NaNo (for I have not written a word since around November 15th), and shaking my head at the myriad stumblings along the path that looked so smooth, I can only say:
I am so ready for my favorite time of year.