I'm Gonna Be Late For Work. Sorry Bob.

What's going to happen today?

It's supposed to be very windy out today. I LOVE wind.

It's also November first, the first day of NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo, neither of which I have signed up for. Words! Glorious, luxurious words! I want to cocoon myself in words, sweep them around me like a cape on this blustery day! I want to dive in and swim in a warm sea of words! Everything sounds like a stinkin' overwrought cliche though. Oh well.

So I'll move on to pictures.

All that's left of Mr. Loaf: the scalp. I'll have that for lunch at work today. With a salad, of course.

Halloween party pictures of people you don't know:

Steffi and Yukari being photobombed by Selena and Nate

Vampire Melvis

Random Yukari, Quinner and George

Jill, Jim and Jamie with a sneak Quinner in the background

Standard Halloween party photo

Hijinks with Steffi and Angela

Insufferable Preppy Bastard and crew

Jeff and Melvis being photobombed by vampire Nate

John, Linda and Alma

Aftermathish

The party went pretty well. The Red Sox won the World Series. The meatloaf was tasty, as were the pickled beets. No one had a martini but me though.

Party tip: Cheetos really brighten up a dreary bread plate.

I think I'll wear a dress today (with tights) so it can blow around in the wind.

Something Or Other

I finished these fingerless gloves last night.

I'm surprised by how warm the vestigial finger nubbies are.

We have about a million photos of Fay. She's so darned cute how could I not photograph her all the time?

A propos of nothing, I am doing NaNoWriMo this month. I am hilariously behind. I wrote like a nut on the first day and haven't written a word since. I'm around twelve-thousand words behind. HA HA HA HA HA! Yeah, we'll see what we get.

Mwwwaah Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaaaaa!

Home Stretches

In 1579 words I'll have hit the 50,000 mark.  I can do it before noon.  Then I hope I can get on to the NaNoWriMo web page, get my numbers validated and buy myself a NaNoWriMo Winner t-shirt - and underpants, socks, hankie, hat, toaster etc.

I'm a tiny bit concerned that once I've finished writing the first draft of the novel before the end of the month I'll forget that it's still NaBloPoMo and I'll blow it on the last day.  AAAAAAAAA!

Fingers crossed that that won't happen.

Normal Day

I am thinking that the sooner I write my 50k words, the sooner I will feel like I've accomplished something.  Then I will have something to celebrate and I could use that.

Thanksgiving will be the first holiday since my dad died.  It's starting to bum me out.  (Is there some other way I could put that that isn't so hippie/80s surfer?  Probably.  I'll work on it)

Okay, I'll admit I'm feeling a little down today.  (Pete - I'm fine - don't worry!) I should probably just go over to the barn and do a little Yourself!Fitness then come back and make a tarte tatin.  I Yourself!Fitnessed yesterday and I think Maya was trying to kill me with the lunges.  I can barely move today.  Guess I've really been slacking.

What I want to do now though is crank out more words!  (I also want to eat some tarte tatin but I'd have to make it first)

I've been typing so much lately that I've become really annoyed with my typing style.  I make a lot of typos.  I think faster than I can accurately type (just like everybody else) so sometimes I won't notice until I've gone three or four words past where I miss-typed.  Of course I also change my mind about how I want to put something.  When those things happen (like I just got to the end of that last "that" and realized I'd forgotten to capitalize the w in "when") I just backspace everything and fix it.  Sometimes it seems like I'm deleting more than I'm typing - especially if it's a problem of how to put something.

I also find that my left hand likes to mix up the letters w, s and a.  What is that about?  I can't tell you how many times I've typed something like "wometimes."  So irritating.  I don't have an equivalent problem with my right hand.

My right hand is far more accurate than my left.  I know I'm a righty but what does that have to do with it?  I don't think it's about physical coordination, I think it's a mental tic (of course that might be part of what it means to be a righty).

Oh well.  The sun is setting and I traditionally perk up in the evening.  I'll crank out several hundred words and then maybe make that tarte tatin.  Dinner is already made - I made a beef, potato and bacon goulash the night before last.  GOD BLESS LEFTOVERS!!!!  Then I'll complete my 1667 word daily target* and call it a night.

Big plans.

* As of right now I'm at 30,629 words total.