I have a bit of a head cold this week, which is far less disruptive and annoying than the belly flu I had a couple of weeks ago. It does mean that I’ve been hitting The Green Death every night for most of a week, though. This can do weird things to your dreams. Luckily, while I know that last night’s dreams were strange, I can’t remember anything else about them.

So far I haven’t gone near any stores during this post-holiday, pre-holiday weekend. There’s a good chance I’ll hit the grocery store at some point but that’s all of my shopping plans. Folks, I can’t afford to buy presents this year. I’m not entirely out from under the debt I incurred when unemployed, and that takes priority over trinkets and baubles. In what could be called a gesture in karma’s direction, I’m not going to update my Amazon wishlist this year. Yes, there are new DVDs and CDs and books that I’d like, but since I’m not buying stuff for other people, people certainly don’t need to be buying stuff for me.

This NaBloPoMo experience has been good for me. It forces me to think about what’s going on in my life, and to document what I can of it as I go. It also reminds me that sometimes I need to cut loose and have fun, as in last night’s entry. While the “flake rate” feature of the previous journal software is long gone, maybe I’ll set myself a posting goal for 2007. The heavens know that I’ve let this place go to seed for long stretches of this year. Oi.

My current plans for the day include doing dishes, visiting with my rugrats and going out on a date. Tomorrow I suspect I’ll be doing laundry, playing games, and welcoming back a weekend traveler. Since the weather forecasts no longer indicate snow quite as strongly, I probably don’t have to worry about trying to work from home on Monday, for which I’m grateful. (Yes, Mari, I know you wanted snow. I’m sorry. Hey, I could be wrong. I’m often wrong.)