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After a night of little sleep, and an interrupted nap, not going to classes, I’m in one of my writer moods.  And I feel entirely scattered.  Clearing this desk’s top, tonight, finally.  Opening a red to write about.. maybe the Cab I bought at Sbragia.

It’s my son and his sickness that gets to me.  I deplore seeing my little Beat this beat.  Just have to let it run a course, whatever course it intends taking.  Have to keep composed, for him while he battles this bug.

More friends of mine traveling.  Me with the same revolving, tape loop.