No Pain, No Gain

I have a hangnail on one thumb and a blister on the other. That blister, now broken and dried, is due to some yard clean up on quite a spring-like Saturday. It smarts, but I favor the bags full of leaves and yard debris over a soft hand that hasn't held a rake in months. This hangnail feels sore when I type, yet here I am pounding out my first entry for the March challenge. That's right, readers, the next 30 days may cause a sprained wrist or a twisted elbow. Heck, I might even risk a stress fracture on the right hemisphere of my brain by the end of the month. But none of that can stop me. Slice of Life 2017: Building character, one word at a time. Boom.