One Hundred Twenty Three.

You won't hear me, But you'll feel me

Without warning, somethings dawning, listen.

Then within your senses,

You'll know you're defenseless.

- Judas Priest, Turbo Lover

 

My husband has had the plague for over a week. And I'm getting awfully frustrated. And really sick of sleeping on the sofa bed with all of its eightybillion springs sticking me in the back. Which apparently left me with a massive knot right in the middle of my right shoulder blade, causing a throbbing headache today. It's a vicious cycle, people. And I need some relief!

 

Also, as an aside, I had to clone a hell of a lot of bruises off my legs for this shot. The pitfalls of soccer.

 

Musically Challenged: Turbo Lover - Judas Priest

Done