There are some questions about the unknown that can be answered now–
Coldageddon marches on, though last night it seems as if my level of exhaustion was greater than what I needed to cough out of my lungs, because I was asleep after about ten minutes and I didn’t wake up until about an hour ago. I’m really hoping to cough all this crap out of my lungs today and sort of dry like real quick, because one night of good sleep every three or four days is already old.
Even thought I finished Chapter Twenty-Three with a near eight hundred word burst yesterday morning, I sat down for a little last night an put in another five hundred thirty to get Chapter Twenty-Four going. It was a good way to get what it probably going to be one of the strangest chapters I’ve ever written for any of these books, and that’s saying something. Why do I say that? Because I do. You gotta trust…
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