Well, you beautiful people… It’s 6am pacific. Also 6am for me. That means I’m done! I did it! I survived! 24 hours of blogging every half hour.

Pledging is still open for 48 hours. Please consider it! Fisher House is such a great cause, and helps military families at their most vulnerable.

There were a few touchy moments where I thought I was actually going to have to post about bulldozers. Don’t ask.

There is one thing that has really really bothered me. But I am incredibly vulnerable right now and on the verge of tears, because I’m at my physical limits. So I need to sleep on it to see if I really want to hash it out. We’ll see.

Thank you for putting up with so many posts from me.

And whatever you do, don’t call me. I’ll be sleeping.

I sit here thinking. Stayawakestayawakestayawake.

One thing I noticed was a lot of blogathoners actually writing about their causes. Commendable. Understandable. And, well, logical.

I couldn’t do that. To submerge myself in the stories, and the angst, and the hurt, and the issues, and the pain. We’re blogging for charities after all. If you dig in, there’s a lot of pain to be found. Because I know me, and my mental headspace – especially in the wee wee hours of the night, for me to have done that would have been detrimental to my mental health.

Instead I’ve posted odds and ends, weirds and thoughts, randoms and cutes.

But you know what? It worked. I’m still here posting away.