In an impulsive decision yesterday, I signed up for NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), which means I'll be posting every day for the rest of the month. Yikes. I don't know who is going to suffer more from this — you or me — probably you.
(I already missed one day, but I promise to make up for it by posting twice one of these days.)
My favorite horoscope column says that this is going to be a HUGE month for me in a million ways, and I don't know if I totally believe that, but it does feel like things are brewing. So maybe I'll have lots of fun stuff to write about.
Right now though it is 7AM and I am nothing but bleary. We were out until, gasp, 11 o'clock last night with Greg's brother who is visiting from Columbus. We took him to two of our favorite restaurants — The Publican and The Girl and the Goat (dinner at the former and dessert at the latter). Greg and I keep making lists of our top Chicago restaurants and these two are consistenly in the top ten. It was a really fun night.
Anyway, I have to run to work in less than an hour and Veronica is running around the apartment, waving a sippy cup of juice and squealing at the top of her lungs. Our poor downstairs neighbors.
Until tomorrow, I'll leave you with this:
Greg just walked in and looked at me hunched over my keyboard.
"I signed up for NaBloPoMo."
"I have to post a blog every day this month."