My hands are dead. I took a beating with them all week at work and they are not happy with me about it. They have been numb for the last few days and that is making use of them fairly uncomfortable. I wrote once about hands and how much I enjoy using them, even holding them. That is probably a November 2010 entry. Anyway, the simple task of buttoning a collar on a shirt was almost overwhelming. I pulled through somehow and the kids did not go naked to church.
Having dead hands makes the work a little less comfortable. We press forward because we must and because we rise and shine. I am hoping this pain will subside here soon. In the meantime we will rest well and dream of large women...
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