Day 62

Ok, Ok. I give up! I started over to write, and got distracted by weekend plans (don't count on updates this weekend, by the way. They may make it. they may not, but there will be writing involved. and they'll make it eventually)
And then, I got distracted by Mike, who despite all the contrary evidence, is apparently not dead.
And then I got distracted by Elizabeth's comment about Spring being a liar, and I had to point out that in fact it is not a liar.
And now, I've got to go to bed. Let's just say that I'm practicing for the Daylight savings jump. I think that's how it works, right. I can never figure that one out. I'll leave it up to someone else to understand, and I will obediently set my clock forward.

So, good night to all. and happy writing. I guess this isn't really a something anymore, but still kind of stream of consciousness writing. I'll call it a bichok.

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