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As the clocks go back again

I am wondering where 2018 went. I didn't get the hang of it until about August and now I'm being prompted to buy 2019 calendars and diary pages.

I recently had to order a new driver's licence [after 44 years here, that spelling still jars] as I have special birthday approaching. It was all done online and the new card arrived in about 72 hours. Pretty impressive.

I also completed my absentee ballot for Massachusetts and emailed it in. A day later, the attorney general of the Commonwealth had some problems with the ballots and issued new ones, so I ended up voting twice.

As previously noted, On the Edge of Dreams and Nightmares is now in print and copies are flying off the shelf. Well, it is about dreams.

I have just ordered proof copies of Entrusted in Confidence which comprises three stories with characters from The Countess Comes Home. It will appear early in 2019. There we are with dates again. I remember a teacher telling me on 5/5/55 that the next time I could do something similar, it would be 6/6/66. At age 6, that was unthinkably far in the future. My mother remembered writing 2/2/22.







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