Therapy In Labour

My current employment would never do in the long term but for right now it is exactly what the Doctor ordered. Early this morning I poured a bit of gasoline on my hands to get the grease off of them. It works very well. When I make a fist with either hand I feel like I could crush coconuts from the increase in strength I have experienced from the work I am doing. There is dirt under my finger nails that I can't remove. I don't intend to try again. My gut has visibly retracted from the constant activity. I drive a 3 ton truck for roughly 20 minutes then work for about an hour, then drive, then work. I work with men. We are men.

I have seen every country club in the lower mainland. There is a riding stable I went to where the horses are truly breathtaking. I have seen the best views on offer in the British Properties. I took a long morning in a 26th floor corporate office right in downtown Vancouver with a view overlooking the harbour. The Vancouver Opera House was rocking to a show called 'Tea and Trumpets' this week while I was there.
If you see a Hino truck making a right turn, watch yourself. I don't quite have that down yet.

The creative juices are flowing with the increased metabolism. My next pursuit will afford me a great deal more time than what I have now. All of my piles of rough creative notes will start to take on cohesion when the time allows for it in the coming months.