So long, November! At least I didn't have to grow a mustache. (I did anyway, but not because I had to.) Thanks for hanging around. Thanks for reading all my posts. Thanks for leaving comments.
I always enjoy NaBloPoMo, at the end anyway. In the middle I hate it. But now I have warm and fuzzy feelings, and that's not just the beaujolais talking. NaBloPoMo always reminds me that I actually love my blog. That I really wouldn't know what to do without it. Did you know I often neglect what I love? It's a terrible habit. I usually end this month with a promise to write more. I usually blow that promise right away. No promises this year, just a wink. I'll try.