November Journaling Month, or NoJoMo, became a ritual for me and hundreds of others when we wrote on Open Diary. Every year I pounded out something or posted something during the month of November. I enjoyed it. It poked me into writing something if only a few words every day.
It’s been a long time since I took part. Perhaps with my forgettery, I forgot it. This year I will give it a try again. Perhaps you will join me.
I’m a bit “dusted out,” as I call it, from moving all the living room furniture around. I had wanted to keep the work area and the living room separate, but the layout I had chosen left us with a cramped mess. This time I actually put the sofa up on a wall. I did think of using the camel chests as a room divider. Duck used to do that. Somethings stayed put. The worktables stayed where they were. The clock and the tall bookcases stayed too.
Dear G did the heavy lifting. I was very grateful.
“I have to be able to get through there in the mornings,” he told me. He could get through.
Little homey posts like this to make up a month? Perhaps I will get more creative and find some deeper meaning to life other than dust later on in the month.