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Words to agent: Slept instead

Given how I feel with an extra 45 minutes of sleep (I got up and stared at the keyboard blankly for a while before I went back to bed), I made a good choice. I must work harder at going to bed at 9…which means that I must work harder at doing the things I must do before then.

I’ve already delegated everything I can delegate. I think I just need to finish some of the things on my list so that the daily stuff isn’t so enormous.

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Words to agent: More than 7k. I’ll be cutting & pasting for another day before I know what the count is.
Miles: 125 flights of stairs yesterday; gym today
Deer: The dogs are now dealing with the deer on their own, waking me up but pleasing me nonetheless.

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Words to Agent: 7,054

Cyranocyrano is an evil, evil man for putting this where I could find it. I have weak will, doubly so in the mornings….

Accomplished considerable writing, but all of it was changing the cut-n-paste stuff so that it supported the Plot Line 3.0. I am well pleased, though.

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Words: 2,897 2,947
Deer: 3 removed by clever ploy, to be detailed later
Miles: 3.4

That fucking slow, painful chapter is DONE, all the notes overwritten. I can finally move on. I shall celebrate with … another hundred fifty words, I think.