My new Hismith Premium sex machine has arrived. The irony here is that I can't use it until Wednesday night because the Wendling will be here tonight and tomorrow night. Well, I can use it, but I'd feel a little sorry for him if he had to listen to both the sex machine and any ecstatic noises I might make. It will just have to stay in its box.
I'm hoping for a future of less frequent hand injuries. Less time and sweat expended would be nice, too, but a reduction in pain would be the biggest priority.