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It’s nearly a wordless night.  Probably too many feelings.  This might be when I should write the most, but don’t feel up to it.  I’ll blame it on the splinter I got at the tip of my pinkie finger today.  It hurts to type.

So I’m not going to.

But I have such a good streak of keeping up each day I don’t want to walk away.  Even if the words don’t want to come out.

I guess that’s ok.  I’d rather them come out.  Just like this splinter.

Eventually it will fester enough and something will come of it.

I suggested to my husband that I just go get the tip of my pinkie chopped off.  (Along with all the other problem areas.)

At least it made me smile. : )