Well, Christmas is over. I took the whole week off, and yet I still didn't accomplish much of anything. It was a nice holiday, although I never did feel very Christmasy this year.
I didn't manage to finish the 50,000 word Nanowrimo novel, but I have a better idea of what I'd need to do to write that much, so maybe I'll try again next year. I'm not sure I'll ever manage it, but you never know. Everything I came up with sounded too much like stuff that's already been written.
My three-month checkup is next month. It's nerve-wracking, waiting around to hear that everything's okay, wondering if it will be or not.
Anyway, I don't have a lot to say right now, I guess. Maybe I'll think of more later.
