So I took the day off from writing yesterday in honor of my Sis’s birthday. OK, not really, we aren’t getting together until sometime later. Right then, I took it off because TheMan was sick and glorgy headed and he needed me to attend to his whims. Well, not really either as he had some sort of miracle recovery (and a massive spontaneous head draining. Why can’t *I* get those relief inducing all draining sinus moments when I’m all stuffy headed?) and was chipper and flitting about by the time I finished work yesterday. So, wait, I got it! I took it off because I was mega work busy and then cleaned the entire house top to bottom when I got home! Bwa! I slay me. No, I didn’t write because I didn’t really have anything I wanted to say badly enough to pen it down. Or type rather, but anyway, I was lazy and indifferent and just decided to let it go. Thus endeth a 49 day writing streak. To tell the truth, I’m kinda glad. I am a much more leisure person than an entry a day demands.