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It’s Saturday, and here I am again, facing the blankness. It feels scary every time. My kids are upstairs, one playing guitar (12-year-old), one sleeping (16-year-old). My better half is moving furniture around in the next room. She does this periodically like other people bake or knit. It’s like that old Helen Keller joke. GoodContinue reading “Killing Me Blankly With Your Lines”