We're halfway through November. I've written fifteen of the thirty blog posts in NaBloPoMo. I'm halfway through setting my end of year goals. I don't have a whole lot to show for it yet—just some thoughts on paper. So no promised list tonight. Like the lava, making achievable goals is hard.
I was not busy today. I bought groceries and made onion-free veggie broth and pumpkin soup; sadly, the soup is just OK. I spun a little. I watched some football.
And D and I rented a truck so we could move the last few things out of the garage at our old house and buy bookcases at Ikea. Now I'm tired from lifting and hauling and completely overstimulated from the trip to Ikea. Every person in the elevator to the garage looked completely beaten down by their shopping experience. It's time for some restorative yoga and then sleep.