Project Best-Holiday-Weekend came to a bit of a screeching halt this morning when I woke up feeling absolutely ill. I've spent most of the day lying on the couch or in bed (the upside being that I completed two books) and coughing up several vital organs. It was charming, to say the least.
I'm totally in love with my new phone - it's so small and thin and cute. Also, the battery holds on for more than ten minutes. Really, I'd forgotten phones could do that. It seems like a miracle to me.
So, last month I wrote 25 posts. That's as many as I've written this month so far, but this month seems so so much more difficult. HAVING to post is just not as fun as posting to say "My hot chocolate is watery!" Even shoes posted under duress lose a bit of their luster. December, how I look forward to you.