Brain Drain - The Final Writeober Entry

There was a time, let's call it eight hours ago, that I knew exactly what I wanted to write about tonight.  Now, as I sit in front of my computer, with nine-million (or a dozen) distractions in the form of other tabs, my sleeping infant, the potential for video-gaming for the first time in a month, an unopened bottle of Framboise in the refrigerator, cinnamon rolls, a stack of books I have started but not finished, an art project that is likewise partially complete, a scarf that I would like to finish knitting before it is too warm for my son to wear it, a stack of ironing that needs to be done, dishes that need to be put away, and whatever other activities I might imagine, I can not think of what it was I wanted to write.

I suppose it will come back to me, eventually.  That this is the last Writeober entry is unimportant, ultimately.  It was fun and interesting to partake in this project, and I look forward to next October.  I believe I submitted every entry and made it all the way through the month.  Yay, me.  And Yay you all.  Thank you for your incredibly interesting, well-written, funny, melancholy, sweet, and otherwise touching words.  I wish you all the best in your future writing endeavors.  I can't wait to read you all again.