Wait … didn’t we just pass Thanksgiving?

I’m sure there were a couple of months that went by there, but the last thing I remember was November was done, Thanksgiving was over, I’d reached my NaNoWriMo goal, and …

… then it turns into a big technicolor haze of Stuf.  I think there was some ukulele music somewhere in the middle there, but I can’t be sure.  I hope someone took pictures.

No, basically we went from “let’s start prepping for Christmas” to Margie breaking her ankle and all the subsequent brouhaha and all-hands-on-deck for that.  Then swoosh to California, a blur of Christmassy bits, then swoosh to Hawaii, then swoosh back to California, swoosh to home, and a January that was about eleven colors of crazy.

I think I had a birthday.  I’m sure the gifts were great.

I think … think … that February is going to be a scosh more normal.  There’s a bunch of Girl Scout Cookie stuff during the month, and Margie’s still several hit points down in her leg (enough to reduce movement to half), but barring a plague of locusts or a meteor landing in the back yard or a zombie outbreak … I might just be able to catch up with all those big plans I was having back in … oh …

November.