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This is the month I’m supposed to be writing every day, and in case anyone was keeping count, I’m four posts behind and it isn’t even mid-month. I have a legitimate excuse, I swear. I have been moaning and groaning and wanting to chop my head off but with too little energy to crawl to the kitchen and find a meat cleaver… Yes, I have the flu, or a cold, or something. I don’t think it has anything to do with pigs, but it has laid me up but good. So, I promise I’ll double up a few days to make up those four posts because, well, I get hung up on details and I did promise 30 posts in 30 days. But right now, I’m going back to bed. xo