Windy Daze

Hello my dear Patron,

Goodness how the time flies, the wind blows (any which way), and I find myself turned around again and again. Let me just say that the image of my avatar going through that jungle situation happened, almost shot for shot. And my fingers, hands, wrists, calves, feet, and back are feeling it. It was a lot of pulling weeds and bending over to do it. Must have spent four or five hours outside that afternoon including a trip to the home center to buy some weed killer. Miraculously the urge to shell out the money for that stuff increases after two hours of labor and sweating.

ANYWAY!

My fingers are still capable of doing the great work, this you can be sure of. But goodness if it won't take another day or two before I recover fully. Coincidentally, I was also largely unsupervised for most of last weekend and fall back on some of my less desirable habits (for society at large and my physical health). It was a wonderful time that I can still feel all over. Work hard play hard, burn the candle at both ends, metaphor, saying, overly struck fallen equestrian who shall ne'er again rise but shall be struck again.

It comes and goes for me, really. Weeks and months where I am such a homebody, a busy bee working and taking care of my home and keeping my debaucherous ways as low key as one can. But other times the stars align and you wake up finding yourself being expected to go to work after 3 long days and nights and, well, you have to reflect on your actions at that time! Either way, still employed for now (Though I had a bad dream to the contrary recently. Yuck.) and also I have my precious patrons to share the bounty of smut literature with. I couldn't be more pleased to have you, as always.

Thanks so much for your readership and tremendous support as always. I'd be in a much tougher spot than I am now if it weren't for your encouragement.

Have yourself a wonderful week, do your stretches, and ta ta~

~Michelle