Shells Far and Wide, No Hits
Whilst I steam in circles with a damaged rudder, the world seems to move implacably onward past me. So many are so blessed with new adventures, friends, music, looking at new houses or just...someone. This gives me hope.
The Dreadnaught is only mild today. Somehow it not just saps strength, but at some times even will. I have so much I want to do but for some reason, the obstacles I always viewed as ladders I am actually treating as obstacles. This has to have something to do with the metal in the ground or something, so I've been told.
Well, let's see what the quack I see next week says. Kitteh and dogs are getting on...OK.
In the meantime my Little Dreadnought sets it's own course, having sailed through the shoulder into my left arm (I mostly type with just my right hand now), and made a course down my side and up my neck to my jaw, I was somewhat astonished to find upon waking on Thursday that it had laid anchor in my right pectoral. It is a crazy chart it follows.
Thanks to all who have asked over my well being.
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