Do I always doubt that I'm going to finish NaBloPoMo at this point? I could go back and look, but I don't feel like it. I probably always doubt that I'm going to see the end of November at this point. I probably always think I have cancer of the eyebrows or some similarly exotic wasting disease. I'd go to the doctor, but I can't see putting myself through a phone call and the drive downtown just to sit on an exam table and say "I feel weird".
Further to the last couple of posts and the comments: I didn't like The Shining (the movie). I'm quickly realizing that I'm in a very small minority on this count. I'm not sure if it's because I read the book first, although I strongly suspect that is the case. I agree that Jack Nicholson's performance was admirable, but I just didn't feel like it captured the spirit OR the letter of the book, and the things they changed seemed senseless and I found them enraging. I think maybe I should reread the book and then watch the movie and read Doctor Sleep and then report back. At the very least, maybe I can help Hannah decide whether or not it's safe for her to read Doctor Sleep.
On the bright side, my fabulous friend Pam brought me this tea when I was sick last week and now I'm trying to figure out if I can ship some to everyone I know. Even my tea-hating "lips that touch tea will never touch mine" daughter is currently having some with a hefty addition of milk and sugar. This also reminds me that I froze a chicken carcass a couple of days ago, and I can make chicken stock for the soup from paragraph one of this post this week.
One more week. Books and hot liquids. We can do it.