A Writer's Notebook, Two-Thousand-Three-Hundred-And-Eighteen

Melissa and I went out for dinner with my mother tonight, which was pleasant enough.  My mother has been in clear distress recently, and I do worry about her, so I am quite glad to have spent a bit of time with her, especially as I do think she enjoyed herself some.  Afterwards, we went for a drive to see some Christmas lights, and I think my mother enjoyed that as well.  Melissa and I are planning to be on our own tomorrow, so it felt important to be able to spend some time with her tonight.

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