so I spent the weekend trying to finish my unpacking and sorting and getting stuff to the garbage, to Goodwill, etc. so I could be ready for today. Sidetracked by laundry and the discovery of story drafts and momentarily I was going to chuck in this novel writing thing and just work on short stories. I had to go to the post office and prepare for my class and cook for the kids.
But it's still November 1st and I've managed 354 words- a fifth-ish of the daily total, maybe? Don't care-- I did something and I'll make it up in days to come.