That your grip strength is so wrecked that you can’t hold a spoon to eat soup for dinner.

Today’s theme is: subject.

That’s me attempting to hold my old college physics book still while taking a photo.

I had a death grip on that fucking thing.

I scraped ice off of the driveway most of yesterday.

My shit was wrecked by the end of the day.

Hell, it was wrecked by the middle of the day.

And then I kept going.

My watch gave me all sorts of awards for my hard work.

Today I’m not going to be doing so much manual labor.

Not because I don’t want to or because there isn’t any.

I won’t be because I am old and feeble and need to recover from the hell I put my body through yesterday.

I’m going to take this opportunity to work on my pieces for the zine project.

And probably read.

Maybe I’ll take a nap.

Tomorrow will be more of the same.

See ya’ on Monday.

More soon. ~SC