I have been remiss.

It occurred to me today that I haven't been blogging regularly here for one specific reason: I was waiting for ideas of deep and resonant literary merit to come along for me to write about.

I realize now that that's just silly: I hardly have time to read anymore. Where on earth would I find such ideas? So a new (old) idea: Rather than wait for ideas and content to come to me, I'll simply record what I'm up to. Because some of it's just downright weird.

For instance! I'm growing a mustache.

You heard me.

A mustache.
Like this:

November is now Movember - men all over the ... US? I think... are growing lush mustaches to support one another in their triumph against prostate and testicular cancer. (I said testicular!! OMG.) And they've allowed us women to join with them.

My husband is/was a pro cyclist and cyclocross rider. And from what I understand (I have no statistics) cyclists are cautioned to have their prostates checked earlier than usual.

Anyway, by Movember 30th, I'll be mustachioed and I hope the men in my life will be able to see past the silliness to how deeply I care for them and wish them health and longevity.

(Plug: If you want to support my mustache, go here. It only costs $10, but if I make $20, I can buy two!! The money goes to research. I get the mustache. And my husband. Win-win-win!)

Now that you've said, "I do..."

There are so many things I like about being married. Things I'd never thought of, but have already made me laugh (and sometimes cry). For instance:

Dave was out of town for work Monday through Thursday, and I had the weirdest, inescapable back pain for most of the week. I just felt generally unwell and went to work from home Wednesday afternoon. Around 3:00, someone came in the back door. I assumed it was the landlord (we're expecting a new roof any day now), and called, "Hello?" Dave came around the corner! His bosses asked after me and sent him home when they found out I was sick! I bawled my eyes out on and off all afternoon.

We've only been married three weeks, and there are a lot of "single person" habits we're having to break. My favorite one of Dave's is turning the bathroom light off on me as we get ready for bed. Cracks me up every time!

Last night, around 2 a.m., I woke up in an instant and sneezed violently. I felt Dave jerk next to me, and heard a very bleary "bless you." I can't put into words how grateful I am for this wonderful man.

So have a little grace for me if the next couple of WriteMe posts have more to do with marriage anecdotes than actual writing. I'm hoping to strike a balance soon.