I was staring at it again. The notebook. The crazy, impossible notebook supposedly from the future.

Larry, you’ve got work to do, remember?

I sighed, pushing away from the desk to pace the office.

A normal day in the IT department at a small middle school is a mix of monotonous and frustrating. A jammed printer here. A computer virus there. Teachers who can’t remember their email passwords. But this was a distraction I hadn’t planned for.

Hello from publish_post.sh

Larry stared at the date again.

The ink was fresh.

The year was not.