Jumping For Joy

It is yet another wet day. It has been wet wet wet for weeks weeks weeks now.

Thankfully where I live is like Holland and we have not flooded with all the dykes to take care of the water.

The only spanner in the works is the audible noise created by the Ecos and Religious Fundies as they jump for joy at the misfortune being suffered by their fellow human beings. In their mind this is righteous vindication.

In my mind it is wicked and moronic.

On a lighter note, whilst my hips seem to be much better and swimming still lovely, I feel like I been beaten with a bat all over. I feel really bruised when I touch myself, especially on my forearms...weird huh?