So here it is, November 30th. The last day of NaBloPoMo. I made it - 30 posts in 30 days. It's been quite a month - the presidential election, our mayoral election too, broken bones, photographs (lots of those), various deep thoughts, the horrific news that seems to be coming at us from all sides, Thanksgiving, time spent with family and friends, and so much more.
With all that to choose from, I should probably be able to come up with something profound and meaningful to sum up the month.
You know what though? I've still got laryngitis (I've at least returned from "frog" back towards "sexy truck driver", so I guess that's an improvement), my head feels stuffed full of cotton wool this morning, and I seem to have developed some kind of asthma-like hacking cough that drove my husband to the couch at 3am to go along with the rest of it. On top of that real life is definitely intruding - I need to get Itai to the dentist at noon, take Maya for passport photos this afternoon, fill out all the myriad forms the US government in its infinite wisdom now requires for passport renewals, and fold several loads of laundry. Oh, and squeeze in a few hours of work, too, since the rest of this week is looking just as crazy.
Profundity just doesn't seem to be on this list right now. Drivel I can do. I'm good at drivel. Meaningful prose? Not so much. Not today.
Like I said, an ending not with a bang but with a whimper. A whimper and a smile though. There is that.
Till next year.