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If it's not one thing it's another. The hose for the ice maker broke, and we had a miniature flood. Now I need to call the plumber, and hope he doesn't send one of his incompetent assistants (the only kind he has), but comes himself.

Subscriber copies of Dreams and Nightmares 113 start to go in the mail today. I am reading for the next issue, and it is wide open.

Autumn is settling in, here in Alabama, with daytime temperatures only in the double digits. I'm joking. Well, I'm not joking, but it is supposed to cool down to the 60s at night by the end of the week, at least for a few days.

A poem of mine won an honorable mention in the Poetry Nook's  weekly contest. the prize was the exact same amount I earned for it a few years ago in a well known online poetry journal. I'm guessing the plumber's fee will be no more than 10 times that amount. Plumbers work harder than poets do, and I am glad they get paid more. I am not quitting my day job!