And so it goes...

Well, it is day ten of Nanowrimo. The main evidence of this fact is not that I now walk around with a pipe wearing a cardigan sweater, or anything fancy like that. The status of our home is the tell-tale sign. Yesterday, I couldn't decide if I should get the vacuum cleaner out, or just rake the floor. Dust has become fairly commonplace around here, and we are big fans of nature, but leaves underfoot and in the dog's mouth were a definite hint that things were on the brink of getting out of control.

I have had something I'd like to discuss, but am afraid to type words not directly contributing to my 50,000 word goal. I have slipped behind the past two days, and am at just under 15,00o words (when I should be at just over 16,000). My son is on the computer I need to do that project on, so I thought I'd take a breather here for a bit. Before I commence with last week's public service announcement, I would like to comment on my decision to not attempt to write a fiction novel. I cannot take myself seriously enough to call what I am writing a memoir, and have come to realize that I am perhaps even less fascinating than I anticipated!

Moving on...I found a bottle of prescription antibiotics, belonging to my husband, one morning last week. I went to ask him what they were for, as I was instantly concerned for his health, figuring it must be something bad if he couldn't mention it to me (yes, of course...why wouldn't I assume it was no big deal and that is why it was not dinner conversation?!) So he tells me it's for his finger.

"Did you cut it?"

"No."

"What happened then?"

He then shows me his finger that has doubled in size, with the tip looking like hammer toe.

"OK, so what happened?"

"Infected from chewing it."

"Are you sure?" (Could be bone cancer...I don't know why I automatically go there...but at least I wasn't thinking out loud.)

"Yes, I'm sure."

I knew immediately why this news had not reached me sooner, as any traces of sympathy or concern left my body and were replaced by general taunting urges. Urges I could not suppress.

"Are you kidding me? That looks outrageous! Make sure to show your children as a warning against them chewing their fingers. Let me take a picture, as I have to post this PSA on facebook!"

I don't know why he didn't walk around with his hands in his pocket for a week after hiding the prescription bottle. It didn't look much better the last time I checked, but he is a big boy who can look after this issue on his own. Um, considering he is such a big boy he chewed his finger until it got infected,I should probably check again when he gets home from work.

I just appreciate the opportunity to use this material if I am a couple hundred words short on November 30th!