No headache today, but boy am I tired and lethargic still. Not what I need right now, but this is what you are getting.
A full day at work, I saw the attorney about dad's trust, and I will see him tomorrow, again.
Stopped at McClure's for Coke Zero refill, and back here for dinner.
I made it through most of my email. I just do not feel like having the energy to do more than delete. I thought to get stories out. Nope, the brain says enough is enough, Ben Franklin promoted rising early, let's see what happens tomorrow.
Not even going to try and make the calls I have been putting off for days and one for hours.
I got another rejection:
Thank you for allowing The Greensboro Review to consider your fiction submission. We have read your work carefully, but must decline to publish. We did enjoy "True Love Ways Gone Astray," but can only take so many stories per issue. We hope you will submit again.
We wish you the best in placing your work elsewhere, and we thank you for your support of The Greensboro Review.
Sincerely,
The Editors
The Greensboro Review
The only good thing I can say is this does not feel like depression creeping back in, more like running out of fuel.
sch 7:04
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