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I must be nuts, but if nothing else this is a good way to make up for lost blogging time. I'm not sure I can keep it up, but with Shabbat ending so early this time of year I have no excuse for Saturday nights, and without gainful employment outside the home I have no excuse for any other day, either. So, here it is: my first post of NaBloPoMo.

Erm, I should probably write something profoud, shouldn't I? Something more insightful than a glimpse at what we're having for dinner? (Homemade sushi maki, mostly vegetable rolls because I don't trust myself with raw fish, but there will be California roll as well, assuming the mock crab sticks I have are still good. I think I undercooked the rice slightly. And oversweetened the vinegar. Bah. At least there'll be soba noodles and edamame to fill up empty belly space.) It need not be earth-shattering, but a month of dinner menus is not going to get me anywhere in the blogging world. Not unless I also open a cooking school, which...no. I'm good, but I'm nowhere near that good.

Over the course of the past few weeks I finally almost-finished unpacking, sorting, and shelving our books. I say "almost-finished" for two reasons: (1) there are definitely still some books lurking the corners of still-packed boxes...I recognize that there are titles missing, but I just can't find them; and (2) there's a smal;l stack of books, mainly my casebooks from law school, that will not fit on the living room shelves and are destined for a bookcase in our bedroom...which does not yet exist. The bookcase, I mean, not the bedroom. The bedroom is most certainly there, along with a very comfy new bed whose existence I verify each and every night, and most afternoons as well.

I'm calling that good eough for starters. No, it's not profound, not in the least, but I fear that if I try too hard right now, I'll only get discouraged.