Proceeding To Clear off The Table

 1157 words last night. I decided not to two versions of “Cruising Down a Blind Alley.” Also, changed its title to “120 MPH Down a Blind Alley.” I did not take out the bike and I did fall asleep while watching the news, so I did not get as much done as I wanted. Reading the last prison version, I realized I had already done what I thought to do. It has been almost nine years since I wrote this story. Time travel, Hasler-style.

I cannot say there was much of anything else to report: work, yes; rode on the bus, yes; any other interaction with the world, no.

I walked down to McClure's for caffeine. It was cool this morning and the sky was clear, and I saw Orion rising. Let us hope the rest of the day is as wonderful.

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