A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Twelve

Tomorrow morning, Melissa and I are going to a service at the Greek Orthodox Church where they will do a memorial prayer for her mother.  I should already be in bed, sleeping, but my brother's friend came into town and I wound up hanging out late to see him for a bit.  I should be fine, but I need to get to sleep soon.  I wish I were better at time management, but that's another of those executive function things, at least in part.

 

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