Juancho is taking some sunshine therapy this week.
Healing is a sport all to itself, requiring commitment, stamina, and diversity of technique. Within its tiny little radius of movement the shoulder feels fine, like it could carry any load. It is a lie though. Beyond the arc is pain. Pain and weakness.
Not strong enough to hold a book, but strong enough to turn the page.
-Juancho
You down on the island? I heard Mama L was in town. Why didn’t you bring her out to Lloyd?
Heal.
P.S. I like the new decorating scheme of the blog. Also the picture.
The blog is bright and cheery! Heal up in the sunshine!
Pretty! Optimistic! Cheerful! Is it the island or the Flexeril? Whichever, I like it.
And those men with the neckbeards don’t look nearly as menacing now.
Get better my freind. The healing increases the closer you are to your Mama. Soak it up.
Ms. Moon- I tried to get May to pick us up and tote us out there!
And yes, the dark period is now behind me…
although the flex-er-all is all gone and there’s nothing bright about that.
May is so damn…responsible. Going to work all the damn time. I have no idea where she got THAT.
it is a vicious treadmill…
你不能左右天氣，但你可以改變心情.............................................................