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Saturday, April 15, 2017
It is about 9:30 a.m.
It is about 9:30, the day before Easter. I wrote my poem in bed before I got up, got up, had coffee and took a dump. Wrote down my poem, played piano for a while, did some other blog posts, and wrote down 500 words in an article. Basically, I have accomplished everything I need to do today.