In the post you see below about Gracedale, I am highly critical of Gracedale's so-called administration. But as I pecked away on my keyboard, s strange thing happened. My hands began to burn like they were on fire. It's almost as though Council member Kelly Keegan pulled out a voodoo doll of me and started burning my effigy's hands. Was God punishing me for being so mean? Was Satan giving me a sample of things to come? I actually had to walk away for a few minutes until the fire went out.
After some research, I think it was neither the Almighty nor Beelzebub. It was cycling. I sometimes grip my handlebars too tightly, and the burning sensation was my circulation returning to normal.
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