Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind.

In other words, I can't stop

• trying to figure out what the economic situation actually is,
• trying to figure out exactly how worried I should be about
  
• myself and the historian,
• my children,
• my mom and dad,
• my siblings,
• my bff, and
  
• how this will affect the election, as well as
  
• how on earth whoever wins the election will deal with all of it.

I made a new iGoogle page with a bunch of news and aggregators links. However: this way lies madness and obsessive page refreshing, so I also sorted through a bunch of possessions that it was time to get rid of (I think I could do this monthly, frankly), then made some excellent whole wheat bread and a good dinner, which we shared with singing son and his wife. What else is there to do?

This may shed a little light on the situation:

That thing, that thing, that thing.

It's NaBlogPoMo, aka National Blog Posting Month.

My men and my women: shouldn't we all post our asses off this month? Like, every day? Just a little thing. Everyone has at least one little blog-worthy thing each day, doesn't everyone?

I hereby commit to you, my precious, my darling reader, to post each and every day in November. I promise to try to make it worth your while to check my blog each morning, noon, or night (or, if you're me, all three, plus every fifteen minutes in between). I will be witty. I will be mordant. I will write sassy, frassy, and brassy. I will be like a mailman, or even the Mailman: I will deliver.

And it would totally, totally make my month, my semester, my week, my day, my year, if some of you would do the very same.