Woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I'd somehow flunked a quiz. Writing/publishing's been slow. Weight's remained steady despite exercise (Consistently) since July 4th. In short, life felt rather like a dog day of summer. I'd fallen asleep after rereading "A Horse and His Boy," by C.S. Lewis, and in that early hour of the morning, the chastening of Bree, the War Horse struck home.
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