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I've been tired and jetlagged for the last couple of weeks, and this morning I came to a realization. I can either sit around and wait until I'm no longer tired (which may happen very rarely, given my health issues), or I can just go ahead and get stuff done anyway. So this morning on the train I finished a story, one that I had critted last year at Milford, then by my local writing group. This morning, I finished telling the story, which oddly enough is now a Christmas story. And has an even sadder ending that it did before. Merry Christmas.