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October 22, 2017
A small, faint shadow of not-the-blue-of-the-bedspread appears on its corner. I dab it with a paper napkin to which I've added warm water and a drop of dish liquid and tell myself it will be fine. I manage to fall asleep instead of fretting over it.

When making the bed in the morning, I notice the shadow and think, no, it's just my imagination. But it's not. I say to myself, "The eye is drawn toward it" and remind myself to write 100 Words about "the eye", but don't and fret about that instead (or in addition to, the blot).