Seriously. I’m scared. I’m totally scared.
I get out to the wood pile. I start throwing wood. I mean big pieces of wood that I should have strained and stressed out even coming close to picking up. I’m lifting them and I’m throwing them and I’m not feeling them.
Either I’m numb to the world or something’s going on that I didn’t sign up for.
Dear god. Muscles.
I’m scared.
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