Shoot, I missed a day. For those of you keeping track at home, yesterday is the first day I have missed since November 22nd. And….now I’ll just have to give up. Missing one day is the same as screwing up whole lives, right? I’d better lock my doors. The scary witch who lives in the woods at the top of the hill might be after me now.
This is about two blocks from our house. Maybe three. And sadly for the scary witch, her view out the front door (and down the hill) is of railroad tracks. Not so scenic. I should stop giving her reasons to come after me, since she’s obviously a dedicated reader (because who isn’t?), and I have let her down by skipping yesterday.
(Really, I am annoyed. I could keep it up during a cross-country move but I can’t remember to blog on a normal Sunday? I am disappoint.)