A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Two-Hundred-And-Fifty-Seven

Another early day.  Yesterday, I was so tired I didn't even remember to do my writing, which does not often happen.  Tonight, I am at least back here at my desk, which is, I think, most significant.

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