It is November.
Instead of moving, I'm finishing NaNoWriMo.
That's where I'll be.
Or on Twitter.
Or at my new job.
Which I don't start until the 14th, so am not jinxing with actual posts and info and whatnot.
There's a ton that I want to write about and hone and make concise and keep wandery and surreal and filled with links and staggered with images, but that will have to wait.
Now there is a ridiculous goal.
And there is contentment.
