Or the end of NaBloPoMo, anyway. I can't say I'm sorry - blogging every day is not something I'd like to have to hold myself to on a permanent basis. I didn't actually fulfill the requirements of the daily post, but this is the 33rd post for November, so on average I'm just fine. I've confirmed an aversion to meaningless stuff, and would rather write about my own life than link to other people. This takes time, though, and the busiest days are the ones likely to have the most in them to write about.
Bob didn't come close to finishing his novel, but he has the grand excuse of the emergence of a short-term day job at the University. He seems to like the idea of writing, though - often tells me about scenarios he'd like to fit into something - so I'll certainly encourage him continuing. It's been a busy November all round, even with four violin lesson cancellations (pre-arranged), and one week off each of choir and Sparks. Today is Bob's birthday; we're not doing much celebrating just yet, but we might manage to do something nice over the weekend. Drop him a line, if you know him, and wish him a very happy 38th.