JUST RECOVERED

Staring down the barrel of reference, a remarkable throw away makes it here thanks to the one man mule train and a compassionate man in a van. We once lauded a hundred pounds of clay but this was 50 lbs. in a hamper that makes this story. No sorbet can trigger a man to go for it all. Those edibles cost $64, filled the carryall up to the brim but the ballbuster weighed too much. So it was 50 steps. stop. pray, set the hamper down, breathe deeply then 50 more steps. Three quarters of the way home while resting under my favorite cottonwood, a prayer answerer offered me a ride to the door. Thank you SJ and the belief in potentiality for delaying the infarction for another day. My fingertips are recharged and my lips taste of sorbet because there never was a thought about quitting.

The soreness succumbed to T3 and it's already laughable picturing a guy sitting on stones with a hamper full of food between his legs as cars and SUVs whiz by him