If we were having coffee I would tell you all about my new jumper. I’ve never owned a Christmas jumper before and to be honest I’ve never really had the desire to buy one. But work has a Christmas jumper day and hey ho I found myself in the Next knitwear section perusing all the holiday themed woolly garments thinking about how I really wanted the sheep one but apparently that wasn’t Christmassy enough. So instead I go the one with a reindeer and snowflakes because that said Christmas without being utterly in your face about it. I have also not taken it off since I bought it because lo and behold! I have discovered that I love jumpers! It has opened up a whole new world of snugly and that sheep jumper is now on it’s way to me and tomorrow I will be the proud owner of two Christmas jumpers! It’s like wearing a dressing gown that’s socially acceptable to have on in public places like the supermarket. What’s not to love about that.
If we were having coffee I’d also tell you that I’m fine. Really, I am. I’m sad yes and every time I think about her I can feel the ache, but I don’t feel like anything has been taken from me. I had more time with her than I probably should have in the grand scheme of things and I’m not going to poo-poo that with tears.
If we were having coffee I’d say that Nanowrimo went out the window but the novel is still moving forward. Granted, it’s at the pace of a wounded snail but progress is progress and my skull only slightly aches from bouncing off the wall repeatedly as I tell myself over and over ‘I can do this! Just keep writing!’
If we were having coffee I’d apologies for the mass of posts one week and my utter absence the next. Consistency has never been my strongest suit and recently my juggling skills have become a little haphazard. The balls tend to go out the window and around the garden before coming back to me. I’ll get it together eventually I hope, but for now I’m going to cut myself some slack and focus on one task at a time. Let’s see how far I can get with that before diving back into everything.
If we were having coffee I’d thank you for listening. Sometimes I just need someone to ramble at.