A Writer's Notebook, Day Three-Hundred-And-Forty

It has not been a particularly great day.  This morning, my fiance received word that her mother was in ICU, so she flew up to be with her family.  Unfortunately, for a number of reasons, it isn't really possible for me to go with her straight off, so I am staying here for now.  I am expecting that, depending upon things in the next few days, I may need to go up there soon myself.

I almost didn't write tonight, to be honest.  I felt quite drained, and just wanted to get into bed for the evening.  But, I also recognized how I would feel if I didn't do the work I intended tonight.  The disruption of my daily writing regiment was not something I wanted, and I knew I would regret it if I didn't get myself into gear.  So, even being quite exhausted, and emotionally worn, I set to work.  Now, I don't know if the poems I wrote are really great, and I mean that quite literally, as I find it is often hard for me to assess my own work, but I know that doing that work matters, and that I feel better for having done it.

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