It’s November. Did you know that? I only know because the calendar features largely in our day; Trombone is always asking what day it is, what month it is, is it time to go Trick or Treating again, is it time to change the monkey yet?<\/p>\n
Our wall calendar is a sock monkey calendar, you see. So every month there is a different monkey.<\/p>\n
I kind of like: “Is it time for a new monkey?” as a random question that you might hear around our house. Not that we don’t have plenty of random questions for the overhearing.<\/p>\n
Anyway, it’s November which means:<\/p>\n
– Mister Dymund’s<\/a> birthday and also for those of creative persuasions:<\/p>\n – National Novel Writing Month<\/a> Oh it’s official all right. Don’t you scorn it.<\/p>\n All these people whose writing I love who rarely post are now posting every day and like a greedy, greedy piggo, I am lapping it all up. <\/p>\n You people are amazing. Go on with your bad selves.<\/p>\n (What amazing thing are you doing? It can be anything. I would love to cheer you on. Leave a comment & let us know!)<\/p>\n This post brought to you by the cup of coffee I have consumed while the children continue sleeping well past their usual wake up time of 5:45 am. Coffee and morning solitude? I haz not had since 2005, I’m pretty sure.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s November. Did you know that? I only know because the calendar features largely in our day; Trombone is always asking what day it is, what month it is, is it time to go Trick or Treating again, is it … Continue reading
\n– Tom Waits <\/a>in my head for a whole month
\n– The tree outside my living room window sheds its leaves.<\/p>\n
\n– National Blog Posting Month<\/a><\/p>\n\n