I admit it, this morning when I woke up I felt a little relieved that I didn’t HAVE to put up a new blog post. After all, it’s December, and NaBloPoMo has ended for another year. I could just rest on my laurels and not give it another thought.
Sounds good, right? Just kick back and let the internet Gods do their thing, sending over readers as they see fit. I don’t have a problem with that. After all, I write just to get stuff out of my brain, hopefully freeing up space so I can function in my day to day life with a decent amount of clarity.
But then I got the itch. The itch to login and blog. After 31 straight days of blogging (after all, I had to write about Charlie Brown, even if it was December) I couldn’t just let it go today. So here I am.
Nothing profound has happened today. No earth-shattering revelations, no ground breaking ideas, no momentous occasions have crossed my path. It’s just plain old me and my keyboard.
I hope you’re not disappointed. I hope you don’t mind my ramblings. I hope that you forgive me my indulgence. I’m at it again, whether I planned on it or not.

Getting out of bed this morning, I realized that I’m on day four of feeling like poop. The hacking is getting worse, the eye that turned red yesterday is oozy, and the nose that keeps running is sore. Ugh.