Blah, Blah, Blog....

Erin jokes (jokes) that I have birds chirping in my head. [Insert Erin singing "why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are neeaarrrr!!] This is mainly due to the fact that he is, in contrast, always (and I mean always) thinking and wrestling and AGONIZING over deep and heavy spiritual, moral or social issues, while I on the other hand am often contemplating things like say, oh, cheese and it's heavenly attributes or the quest for the perfect lip balm. There is absolutely no judgement or condemnation in his observation of my birds. There is more of a sense of envy, because, you know, the birds. They are pretty. And this thinking? Not so much. But lately, the pretty birds have been replaced, people. The new sound track playing repetitiously through my noggin says must blog...must.blog....MUST.BLOG!!! And the really scary part? The more I blog this month the more I feel like I have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO SAY. I'm feeling a little desperate. I've enjoyed this challenge but I'm afraid that this last week or so could make or break all of you. Some of you might stay for the long haul and others might just throw in the towel and run as fast as their legs will carry them. To those of you who decide to stay through to the end I say: thanks for not stabbing out your eyeballs with a fork before December 1st. To the rest of you, you probably made a wise choice. I want my birds back.