What Happened Thursday and in the Wee Wee Hours of Friday

 Collapsed early. No other word for it. My back hurt, cold water in the shower, but I worked a full day. That it was not hard work should have meant a productive night. I wrote two emails and deleted a lot of my inbox. No posts, nothing on the short story. I was up twice in the night, When it was after 3:15, I decided enough was enough. I read a few articles from The Guardian (Such as The best new music to look forward to in 2023. Iggy Pop returns!). I wrote a post on prison reform. I started this post. It is 4:34 am.

Breakfasting with The Stones:

I went out to have a smoke and watched Muncie PD checking out the bank next door. Got two more posts done, read The Best Scifi and Speculative Mysteries of 2022 which I will note without doing more, tidied up the room, and now I am going to work.

I could have taken the day off. My account told me not to do so. Instead, it will be a half-day - unless a truck comes in. Laundry needs done. And I have a date.

Have a good day.

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