I see that it will behoove me to write in the morning, or at least in the evening before I have "shut down" for the day. Or I shall have to overcome this idea that I shut down at dark. Because the push to blog daily, when I am feeling heavy and dumb, takes the joy out of the act of composition.
I say that, and yet, even writing this, I am happy. And the days are longer. So many blessings.
Speaking of which, I'm off to write in the other blog about language and the friends who show they understand you because they understand your love of it...
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