cuts notme rough cuts cbc 040625 ... eat id The body aches, the ones so deep that there are no knots to be worked out, down to the tiny cuts on my fingers and forearms...surely they are battle scars. My struggle, my battle. To come home to him, I know that is my reward. Have him wrap his arms about me and tell me that it will be okay. It will work itself out. This spirit crushing job, these back-stabbing team mates, this enduring job hardening - he says it will be all right. I so want to believe him but, I fear, he says the words and doesn't believe them himself. How I love him...how I will fool even myself that the pain is not real. 060323 ... raze it never ceases to surprise me how soon they start stitching themselves into scabs. the body is resilient. 140521 what's it to you? who go blather from