I confess that physical weakness has been a stumbling block to my plans for today. I don't have a brand new spanking freewrite to share. I don't have a poem, either, and I doubt you want to read either of the anatomically-involved short lists I made today.
I was going to share a bit of fanfic, but I then realized that would involve drafting a disclaimer, and I had no idea who the original creator of the canon material was.
Better luck tomorrow, when, hopefully, it won't feel like someone's driving spikes into/through my lower back, hips, and thighs. Ugh. I just bet the weather's changing. After all, there is truth in the following saying: Old soliders and their wounds know the coming storm.
~Later
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