swanage

As I take a nice long sip of Guiness, savoring the bitter taste before swallowing, I wonder if I could drink enough tonight to make the pain subside.

There's a general malaise in my bones. not the sort of thing that comes with being sick; just weariness. Muscles all over are inexplicably sore. My spirit is also weary, though that is another matter.

The mind starts jogging into the past to find the source. Yesterday I converted one of the seat-belt receivers in the back seat into a seat-belt receiver for the front seat. It was an easy job; I just needed to do it so that both front seat belts worked for state inspections.

I can't fathom how that could have made me this sore. Perhaps the work plus the walk back to my apartment did me in? I certainly hope not, as I was planning on hiking into work tomorrow as it's supposed to be passably decent weather and my car's still stolen from me.

I take another sip and hope it will dull the pain, the sharpest of which resides in my heart.