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Is it the bootcamp workout that has exhausted me? The rising at o’dark thirty, before the sun is up? The blogging every day for thirty days? Or the wine tasting after work today?

Whichever it is, I’m wiped out. I’m trying to stay awake to watch a recorded episode of Standoff, but I might not last that long and Grey’s Anatomy will have to wait until tomorrow.

But I said I’d try to post something every day, even now that NaBloPoMo is over, and I don’t lie. I flake, yes, but I don’t lie. Because when I was little, I loved Pinocchio and that movie taught me that lying was wrong. I believed that little wooden boy so much that I used to touch my nose on the rare occasion when I did lie and I’d wait for it to grow. It never did, but still. I don’t want my pants on fire, so I don’t lie. Except to lie down and go to sleep, which sounds like a marvelous idea, so I think I’ll go do that. Nighty-night.