Second Wind
3,846 words. A small room and a husband-to-be and not a lot of hope. Very cheerful.
My knees and ankles have really started to ache. I wonder if this means snow is coming; I'd much prefer it to be the warning signs of a heat wave. (Hey, there's always a first.) I was struggling for a bit there, but now it seems like I've found my second wind. Type, fingers, type!
