Daunting tasks ahead

[doug rr]

Currently on the couch employing the R.I.C.E. method on my knee after twisting and turning across scattered boxes in that storage area.

should the mods delete the running thread?

[washing machine]

Currently on the couch employing the R.I.C.E. method on my knee after twisting and turning across scattered boxes in that storage area.

should the mods delete the running thread?

Give me 'til the end of the week. Some ibuprofen and 30 mins rest seemed to set me right. At least enough to finish the daunting task at hand.

[Higgs]

My most daunting task is doing all this while my wife recovers from surgery. No lifting over 15 lbs for six weeks, and we have a two year old. I’m pretty tired from just the last few days already.

I feel you spike. Wife likely starting chemo next week and I'm scared what that will look like for us. My task is to be beside her, I know. I'll do it with fucking bells on, but it's certainly daunting.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Higgs]

Cheers trag. She's in good hands and so far prognosis is good. Still scary though.

[LetMeSleep]

My lawn is a bit overgrown.

[spike]

My most daunting task is doing all this while my wife recovers from surgery. No lifting over 15 lbs for six weeks, and we have a two year old. I’m pretty tired from just the last few days already.

I feel you spike. Wife likely starting chemo next week and I'm scared what that will look like for us. My task is to be beside her, I know. I'll do it with fucking bells on, but it's certainly daunting.

Best of luck, mate.

[Dev]

My most daunting task is doing all this while my wife recovers from surgery. No lifting over 15 lbs for six weeks, and we have a two year old. I’m pretty tired from just the last few days already.

I feel you spike. Wife likely starting chemo next week and I'm scared what that will look like for us. My task is to be beside her, I know. I'll do it with fucking bells on, but it's certainly daunting.

Wishing your wife and you the best, bud.

[BurtReynolds]

Willing myself into existence like Dr Manhattan in that movie is harder than I thought. I need a vacation.

[Mickey]

Finding someone who will take my insurance company's money to fix our siding, apparently.

[bodysnatcher]

Nobody wants to work anymore

[Mickey]

Let's go Brandon

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Mickey]

Everything is Brandon country now.

[Ms Harmless]

the rest of my life

[spike]

Let's go Brandon

whole family of these turds at the ski mountain last week with homemade t-shirts

I assume the Fuck Biden flag will be replaced by this slogan this summer, atop the jet ski that likes to lap the lake a few times on the weekend.

[Mickey]

It's just so clever, how can you resist.

[spike]

The libs just can’t figure it out. So sneaky.

[Strat]

I have to start back up with working on Sunday for the doesn’t time in over two weeks. I’m dying thinking about it