I know it's almost NaNoWriMo when ...

I'm reading a Facebook post that starts with Character, and I immediately expect writing advice.

(It wasn't -- it was 'Character and wisdom are sculpted over time.' -- which, come to think of it could be writing advice.)

I start expecting my characters to begin having conversations in my mind at unexpected moments (hasn't begun yet, so I know I have some prep work to do).

I get the sudden urge to turn on Christmas music and hunker down in a comfy chair for a few hours.

I have no plot and start craving Tazo Passion, Biggby Coffee's African Autumn Sunset, Caribou's apple cider, or I wonder why I'm spending evenings at home.

When I start randomly imagining scenes and bits of conversations, can't write them down before november, and soothe myself on the NaNo forums.

I answer every suggestion about getting together with friends with 'after November ...'

I spend more time with the staff at my Caribou than my own family.

I realize just how filthy my living quarters are, and lament how I have to clean it all before November.

...

Who else wants to start an unofficial "NaNo Nest Prep" day?

I break out in cold sweats when thinking about the month as a whole, begin having nightmares about being chased by typewriters, and characters start vehemently arguing in my head about why they shouldn't get killed off in my novels...

Ooooh, sweet November, how I've missed you.

When I look forward to taking off from work where I sit all day in front of a computer to staying home and sitting all day in front of a computer.

I stock my pantry and freezer with supplies that go with my dinner in less than 30 minutes recipes. I also start telling me how much I'm craving the dishes he likes to make. Fortunately he likes to cook when he's watching football all weekend. Then we pretty much have leftovers during the week.

I meant telling my husband. I should always preview my posts.