I just finished wrestling the boy into and out of the bath tub. What a crab he's been today. I haven't been a whole lot better. I had a restless night's sleep - paranoia induced, I think, from my recent haunted house binge.
I've been working to organize the huge pool of writing, pictures and recordings I have made as well those I inherited from Mom. I'm going to make some serious attempts at trying to finish the fiction that's been burning holes in my mind and getting this stuff published. Time isn't going to slow down anytime soon, so I better speed up.
There are worse problems in life to have than too much to get done. Having nothing to do is a far worse fate.
Steve
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