A Total Eclipse of the New Moon at Twilight

Most of you don't know this, but I've actually written TWO posts since my last one. Which means that neither do you know that each of them took me about ten HOURS apiece to write. The point, you ask? The point is that coming up with a coherent thought since November 4th has been a lot like what I imagine climbing Denali would be like.... in heels... pregnant. And so instead of expending energy attemtping to write, I've been reading and reading and listening to music and watching movies (By the way, each of these deserves a review post in their own right but I am SO not capable yet. Maybe next month... when everybody's tired of all things Stephenie Meyer. Ha! my daughter says. I'll still be reading Stephenie Meyer when I'm eighty nine!).

In between our Twilight series obsession, I have fallen head over heels in love with MY BED. Yes, again. I went through a downright outrageous phase of dormancy wherein I was waking up groggy-eyed after nine+ restful, uninterrupted, dreamless hours in bed. I would kiss the children goodnight and promise myself a TEENSY TINY nap before getting up to throw out the trash (since it hadn't been done in something like two months). But I never really DEFINED teensy tiny and, as such, I would wake up from the nap at 7:30 in the morning and then scramble to get the kids and myself out of the house to our respective places of responsibility SECONDS before someone important counted us tardy. Allan, who RARELY makes excuses on my behalf, has kindly chalked this up to the time change and the darker days.

But I think I have finally made peace with the fact that this is how I operate:

WORK WORK WORK WORK
REST REST REST REST REST REST REST REST REST
A LITTLE MORE REST
MAYBE JUST ONE MORE NAP
and then back to WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK...

Those familiar with this blog know that I throw the word WORK around here like it's made of rubber. It can mean anything from trying to write a book to, more recently, trying to get my favorite politicians into office. But it can also mean surviving the the soccer season, a tonsillectomy, NANOWRIMO... Or searching for my lost wallet AGAIN. Currently, I have pulled myself out of The Slumber Stage to work 'round-the-clock on an audit at the day job. Sadly, this particular piece of work is going to ruin my Thanksgiving and birthday. If I could think coherently I'd tell you all about it. But I'm not there yet. I'm kind of hoping that the brain damage caused by this past election season isn't permanent. Surely it can't be!

Anyway, I'm thinking that the Bella/Edward fascination which arose where my Obama Obsession slightly subsided has now totally been quashed by WORK.

And I still need to throw out the trash...

But here is a picture of my Halloween costume like I promised ages ago. Not a word about the bad blond wig, please!

The book will be next, swearsies.

Happy Thanksgiving, Internets.