Mmmhmm, tired tired tired. But elated. Novel begun; sunshine mourning the late afternoon’s passing; woodfire burning; bleary eyed insomniac visions of Sydarta lurking behind sandcastles forming under heavy lids… perhaps a nap first… I will give myself the rebel badge on my NaNo dashboard as I am seeing it as more of a guideline than a pressure cooker. Rebelliousness runs so deep in my nature, it is in fact impossible 4 me 2 follow rules anyhow anyway anytime 4 any reason. Contrary 2 the bone. 2 the marrow. Yes, a nap. But first: Operation Weight Gain. Winter crouches, howling 4 my skeletal frame & must b sated.