Neanderpundit

is what my skeleton said to me just a few minutes ago; Sunday, Mr B and I went to load and cut some firewood several miles from here and bring it back to Chez Og. It was mostly cherry, so dense and heavy. I took lots of Vitamin I prior to the event so as not to be in excruciating pain, the next day, and it worked- but today, a good stretch made my shoulders and ribcage sound like a xylophone.

I have memories of waking up feeling great. These days I’m happy to wake up feeling good. Soon, I’ll just be happy to have woken up.

when I get to a job and nobody is ready for me, and they can’t make a damned decision as to what the hell they’re going to do.