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I’m running on five hours of sleep and hormones…the sensitive, overly-emotional kind. Add to that a busy work day and spousal miscommunication, and pretty much all I’m good for at this hour is red wine and The Rockford Files. Still, I’m sitting here at the computer with nails that are too long and keep hitting all the wrong keys, and am working on correspondence…writerly and non-writerly.

That’s not to say there isn’t a glass of red wine sitting beside the computer and an episode of The Rockford Files in my near future…