You might be able to prove me wrong, but I'm not going to look and check, I'll just guess - I think I managed about 28 out of the thirty days.
I remember one night going to bed and thinking - tough - I need to sleep more than I need to blog.
Advent is traditionally a time of waiting - for Christmas, yes, true enough.
Last week was a time of waiting - for phone calls, messages, emails, to find out what was happening for my father. working out who to tell and what to say. This coming week there will be further waiting times, but this time it looks as though these will be for him to have assessments to work out when he can return home. A better kind of waiting.
I'm typing up this post as I wait for the next piano lesson to start. We're all ready, me and the gang