Dear Diary…

Well the day came and went. 21 November. The deadline. And now I must wait.

My readers have been amazing in voting for my nomination for Best Diarist. When I began blogging I never dreamed I’d have more than eight readers. In fact, I remember one Saturday…probably about a year ago…I noticed that I did indeed have eight hits on my blog that day. And I was excited. The day before I had had zero.

Now I must wait. I still don’t know if I will actually be in the running for Best Diarist. Kevin Aylward says that finalists will be announced several days before the voting begins. So, I anxiously await several days before 08 December. Wow! What if I’m actually a finalist! Will my readers vote for me en masse again?

What is a diarist anyway? I write to you almost everyday…although I rarely call you diary. Actually, this is the first time I’m calling you diary. But you don’t mind do you? I chronicle the daily lives of those living under this roof. I chronicle the current happenings of America. I even try to get philosophical sometimes. I wonder if that’s the criteria that Kevin Aylward is looking for… I must wait.

Well, diary, that’s all for today. We’re going to get our pictures taken at this church whose grounds are so picturesque. Very typical southern photography. And then we’re finally having some friends over for dinner. Yeah, we’ve had a couple parties/get togethers, but this is the first family we’ve had over for dinner since moving here. I know, we’ve been slacking a bit…

So that’s all for today! Oh! Tomorrow, diary, I’m going to tell you about my newest foray into exercising!