Well, crap. That felt really ucky. So much that I nearly threw in the towel entirely. No more NaNoWriMo.
When a room is finished (or mostly so since they never truly are), there is a surge of dopamine that occurs – a period where you are truly high on the accomplishment. Or perhaps the fumes.
At the end of a long day of home improvement and chasing an extremely busy two year old – after smelling the herbed roast slowly cooking in the crock all day – I made baked potatoes for the man and…
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