Le Jour, Mon Chat est Gris

I spent the morning listening to Handel, drinking tea, and reading Les Trois Mousquetaires to my cat. It would have been exquisitely pleasant if I hadn't been home sick with a horrible headache.
Anyway, I won NaNoWriMo this year, which simply means that I wrote 50,000 words in the month of November.
Perhaps I'll post more often now that I'm not trying to write a novel. But right now I need to be doing homework.