More Elbow Grease in Today

I never had patience for priming the pump when I was a child. Spoiled with modern technology, I didn’t understand why the pump didn’t work when I wanted it to do so. There’s a bucket there? That’s dumb.

I knew it would work. It was just inconvenient to me. It rubbed me wrong. It wasn’t lziness exactly. The additional effort was inefficient. That bothered me.

I’m finding I have to start typing and see what comes out. I know what I want to write, but not how to get there. The additional effort is irritating. I force myself to type, though, because I need a drink, something refreshing from deep below. Once the rust and the muck is flushed out.