Had family visiting last night and didn't get to write. The
temptation this evening was to say, well, I missed Friday, so what difference
does it make if I miss Saturday? And behold, the slippery slope: Saturday, the
weekend, the week, the month, the year, the rest of my life. What difference? Not
much, I'm afraid. But I'm not ready to go there yet.
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