A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-And-Forty-One

 Melissa and I are Georgia for the night.  We plan to be home tomorrow evening.  The drive today was rather pleasant, without a great deal of traffic or any real spots of bad weather.  I am hoping for tomorrow to be similar, though I worry that writing of such a hope might be a foolish act, far too tempting for fate to ignore.  Perhaps such an acknowledgement might earn me an abeyance.

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