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

Not much to say tonight, I am afraid.  It was a mostly quiet day.  The biggest thing is that Melissa was feeling a bit of digestive discomfort earlier and is probably going to be eating plain the next day or so.

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