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I have a blockage of things to write about, in print form, I mean. Last night, I spent time talking with some Preacherfest folks, after weeks away. I don't know, I wish the coughing then will go away (if it is post-nasal drip, why won't medication make it go?)

I think of some invisible person telling me I'm beautiful and whomever I am with should thank god I am with them. Am I being arrogant?

I have old tapes I want to listen to, and odd ideas to write down.

I might try to get published after these things are written. Something to occupy the short period of unemployment, then my days.