N is for Neville who died of ennui.
I am so sorry that I have not been blogging steadily this month. I have not been inspired to write. There are things I should be blathering on about, but I am not wanting to put fingers to keyboard. I have felt that everything is boring. Maybe it is just a bad case of ennui. Regardless I promise to be better next month. In the meantime I leave you to think of poor Neville from Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies. I will not done in by ennui.