I hate seeing midnight on the clock.
It's my own fault, of course, for drinking three cups of coffee after four p.m.
What was I thinking?!
So I wrote a childhood sketch full of humor and exaggeration (should publish on the blog this week) and worked on a few more ideas. And fed wood to the stove so my toes got toasty warm.
And thought, this is crap. Beautiful crap, mind you. The moon shining off the snow covered fields and the crackle of the wood stove. But crap nonetheless.
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