All I can think about is snow because all I can see right now is snow. Snow. Snow. Snow.
It feels unfair even though it is November and this is Chicago. Still, somehow it’s like we’re getting the short, icy end of the stick.
They’re the small, mean flakes too. Those are the ones you have to watch out for, they’re all business and accumulation.
It was a busy weekend, though I couldn’t tell you precisely with what, it just was. Saw a bunch of NaNoWriMo posts on twitter…or at least one I clearly recall, and all it did was make me glad I wasn’t feeling that pressure.
Editing has been slow, especially with my glitch, but I’m hoping to pick it up a little this week. I have errands to run, but I’m going to have to keep an eye on the weather.
Meanwhile, I’m getting to it. You have a great Monday.