Thursday, Jun. 06, 2002
Dear Diary:

It seems to me I recall reading somewhere that pain can be your body's way of telling you there could be trouble.

This morning, when I woke up, my body (realizing that it's not dealing with the sharpest pencil in the case) lifted up a bullhorn and said:

"MARN, FORGET THE SHOVEL. BACK AWAY SLOWLY, WITH YOUR ARMS UP, AND NOBODY GETS HURT."

Oh man, the only part of me that doesn't ache today are my ankles and toes. My back is especially tender and when I inched downstairs for breakfast I had that oh so sexy 80-year-old granny shuffle happening.

This would be on top of a ferocious case of bed head. Oh, and let's not forget the neck smeared with calomine lotion because of all the bug bites I took yesterday, giving my skin that charming mottled leprous look so sought after by women everywhere.

The spousal unit took one glance and then quickly reburied his face in the newspaper.

I guess there are some images you just don't want lingering in your mind, especially when you've tied yourself to the Person Behind The Magic 'til death do you part.

And I suppose there's always the possibility of retinal damage . . .

You know, over the last few weeks I had really and truly come to think that I'd become Iron Marn, able to do a whole day of hard physical labour and come back for more after supper.

Now I'm Marshmallow Marn, barely able to haul my achey breaky derri�re out of a chair.

I am a chastened and humbled woman.

--Marn

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