My hands are killing me, after working like crazy outside, for the past few days. I had a bunch of chores to do, and winter is upon us, so my paws and digits got a real workout.
It’s tough, typing like this. And I have a bunch of typing I need to do tomorrow. Today I thought I’d be able to get a lot of work done, but I slept in (!) if you can believe it, so I got very little done.
Which is fine.
I’m going to be smart, now, and go take a hot shower and smear some arnica on my aching hands.
It’s good to be alive. Especially this alive.