There is no substitute for hard work.
Thomas A. Edison
Ya no, I am not a pimp, but today is especially hard. I had to get up early and rush to the john. Last three days that has been urgent.
Something in my gut was making creamy peanut butter in an urgent need to see the world.
Yuck right, my rusty sherrif badge was causing me great pain. I had to stop all activities and search for the aloe vera cream.
With that fire put out, it was time to get the heating fire burning. Wood got sawed, by hand, cardboard got shredded, by hand.
Of course the cats got fed and watered earlier. A gas can was filled for the gen.
It didn’t matter, the work needed doing. It didn’t matter how ill I felt, it just didn’t matter.
I was running at about 30 percent health wise. I felt ill, really ill. Typing this was really a way to rest.
