So apparently, I have a blog.  That I haven’t updated in 2 months.  Who knew?

I don’t know that I like what that says about my life.  Not that I have a blog.  The fact that I’ve had nothing that I felt like writing about for two months.  That means that my life is either super boring, so super awesome that I don’t want to write about it and make people jealous, or I’m a spy and can’t actually write about my life.

You can choose which one to believe.  

Life has been pretty crazy over the past few months.  I went back to my normal job, and still struggle to get off on the right metro stop again.  I roadtripped up to ND for a football game and an awesome weekend, even if I had to drive a total of 20 hours to be in South Bend for exactly 36 hours.  It was great to see everyone and I’m ready to go back.  I went to Pennsylvania for a funeral of a family member, got to see lots of family I haven’t seen since the early 80’s, and my car promptly broke down.  Really, though, it was probably easier to get fixed in smallish town, PA than it would be in DC.  Small town people seem to be so much friendlier.  

I’m doing NaNoWriMo again this year.  Because I am a glutton for punishment.  And dream of growing up to be a writer who gets to write all day and not go to work ever.  It’s good to have goals.