A Writer's Notebook, Day Eight-Hundred-And--Sixty-Seven

 It is quite late, a reflection of my difficulty getting to work tonight.  I am going to keep this short, but I am recognizing a need to get myself back onto a real schedule, working in the morning and afternoon, again.  I think it is good for my mental well-being as well, feeling I have accomplished something of merit already in the morning.

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