Yep. You are right. I was scheduling my chapters for the week and posted one by accident. In my defense, I have only done this a few hundred times over the course of almost two years. Eventually I will get the hang of it. Fingers crossed. Which might explain my typing speed and accuracy. Not... easy to do, with your fingers crossed.

Anyhow, sorry for the confusion and I hope you all have a wonderful New Year's Eve, and an even better year to come.

Warby

You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

And now, to fufuil my mandatory word count, enjoy the following Chat GPT creation:

Shall I compare thee to a spud so fair?

Thou art more starchy and more robust:

Rough peels do shade thee from the sun's hot glare,

And summer's heat doth make thee swell and burst;

Sometime too hot the potato eye doth gleam,

And often is thy complexion mashed;

And thy eternal flavor doth redeem,

The blandness of meals long past.

But thy starchy heart shall not fade away,

Nor lose possession of that potato taste;

Nor shall microwave ovens make thee pay,

Nor hungry pests thy tuberous form waste.

So long as chefs can cook and eyes can see,

This potato love shall live and thrive with glee.