Sunny today. A rematkable high of 81F!
Last night, rather than going to bed like a same human being, I dragged my exausted meat bag to this desk and tried to write the fifth interlude for The Night Watchers. I managed two paragraphs that will have to be rewritten, the gave up about 11:30 p.m., when I realized I was just too fried to work. I laid
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