Hands. I get it. I’m sorry.

So I’ve figured out a way to keep the mower running without having to hold it the whole time. It’s a terrible thing to do, but fuck it. It means I can mow the lawn. The rest of me still hurt, but it wasn’t the HELL that usually comes in my hands after mowing. I finished mowing and then had (wanted) to do the edging.

I have not figured out a way to keep the edger running without having to death-grip the button. Today was day two of edging, because I didn’t make sure both batteries were charged (They weren’t.) before I started. My hands don’t feel good. They are angry at me. I’ve walked with Jeff and the dog twice so my body in general is fairly pissed off at me, but my hands. My hands would be cursing if they knew how to speak. They are RUDE.