The wrist thing

The shoulder clicks clean today. That felt good.

But my right wrist is not right. I taped it before rounds. Rob saw. He did not ask. I did not say.

I keep thinking about the water. About how my body used to do what I told it. Now my body keeps saying no.

Danny text came at 8:14. Voss says the spar is on the 9th. I asked for the 16th. I did not get the 16th.

I took the kettle up left-handed at home. First time ever. It felt small and weird and kind of right.

I keep choosing the hard thing so I do not have to feel the soft thing. I know that about me.

Manila goes back another week. That one hurts to write. But I will not go in half built.

If my hand goes, I do not know what I am. I do not want to write that down. Too late.