My right hand is a drunken gym rat. Wild and uncoordinated. Always flexing and stretching and lifting weights.
Can't stop.
The memory of smoke

Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Of course I did
In no mood to go up just to get splint adjusted. Too loose for security, which is much like comfort. So, I got Dylan to trim it, since Lefty is still iffy with scissors, with a bit of steam I moulded the elastic-plastic.
So much better, snug and secure.
So much better, snug and secure.
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