Physical Labor

I envy those on the show Ax-Men...all chewing tobacco, coarse language, and springing nimbly from log to log while hoisting chainsaws well over their heads. (My Sunday evening lull-to-sleep telly).

I've never been that type. I don't mind being physical, but I certainly don't seek it out. Call me lazy, if you think it fits. But when it's necessary, I can strap on my Nikes and become the formidable Amazon. (Note to self, get a crossbow. Or spear.)

Yesterday was one of those moments.

Today, however, will be the complete opposite. My muscles and bones will be taking a nice comforting break, courtesy of three Netflix movies and an 11 am massage appointment.