A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-One-Hundred-And-Sixty-Four
I am exhausted tonight. We flew up to Columbus, arriving with just enough time to make a run to the supermarket before things shutdown for Christmas. I made dinner, here, at Melissa's mother's house, and was already tired enough I was tempted to just get to bed, but I did my writing. Now, though, I think I am going to call it for tonight.
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