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

I have not been feeling all that well today.  My main complaint has been stomach upset, which I suspect is a result of some medicines that I have been taking.  I don't think I am sick with anything, have not had any fever or other indicators beyond just my feeling a bit nauseated, and I am hoping that it will pass by tomorrow.  Even so, I still got my writing done tonight.  I always consider it a small triumph when I keep up with my writing in spite of set-backs and distractions.  It feels important to know that dedication is still alive inside me.

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