A Quick Note To My Liebster Nominees

If you don't want to play along, that's okay!  I was only kidding about the plague of frogs.  There isn't one headed your way.  You also don't have to worry about boils, locusts, or rivers running with blood.  Your firstborn is perfectly safe.

I understand that time is at a premium for everyone and that you may be busy getting kids ready to go back to school, writing the great American novel, or saving whales.  (Or maybe all three, in which case you're an over-achiever and you should slack off a little because you're making the rest of us look bad.)

Really.  If you've got other things to do, it's okay to walk on by. :)

Grin and Bear It

It's that timeof year again.  January: the month when I start telling everyone that something is dreadfully wrong with me and that I've never, ever, ever been so tired or slept so much, and that I clearly have that sleeping sickness that was an epidemic in the 1920s.  This happens every year, and every year I am convinced that this time it's something serious.  But it never is.  I'm just hibernating.

Somebody call me if the Zombie Apocalypse or a bunch of Alien Space Bats or the Flaming Ball of Doom 2012 shows up before February.  I'll probably sleep right through it.