Most of the day has gone by in snippets and bits and pieces of inspiration. Suddenly, way past 8 pm two days before I’m supposed to start some mad marathon blogging, and the thought pops in my mind,
"What if I seriously cannot think of things to post for every day of November?"
Now in all fairness to myself –with whom I don’t always display fairness– I must say that for certain trivialities I can be dangerously dogged. I may not care one way or the other who is truly our President (appalling, I know) or just exactly how much high fructose corn syrup I might accidentally ingest in a day’s worth of eating random candy (true story), but give me a mindless and relatively mediocre goal –and okay, in fairness again, a couple of loftier goals upon which I’ll expound later– and watch me go accomplish my goal in a manner not unlike that with which a mammal of the porcine persuasion takes to semisolid soil and detritus*.
I’ll probably end up posting just fine.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONEZ!