"TheChamber of Torment."

Peasent Girl feels the results of the day's activities. Her and the now Rugged Cycling Love of Her Life have spent several hours at the nearby Chamber of Torment! Each new day challenges them to higher levels. Lift a heavier burden, jog a mightier hill, and shed the year's past excesses off in the closet of humidity. They occupy their minds with large writings on script. Trying not to focus on the ever present desire to run from the place proclaiming, "I can't take it any more, let me out of here!" When the desire gets too great to over come, one or both retreat to the waterfall and still cool waters that never seem to be quite cool enough! As usual The Rugged Cycling Love of Her Life can again today see a desired result of his effort. Peasant Girl finds no pleasure in her foot coverings getting looser and can only hope she will soon find her lost belt line. They drive away from the Chamber of Torments smiling. Peasant Girl wonders if they smile because they are leaving or because they have put forth another day's effort at a healthy future. This day has the added pleasure of a warm thermo covering. The Rugged Cycling Love of Her Life opens the chariot to accept the fresh breeze of the afternoon. They note that the mounds of frozen fluff are now running across the chariot's path or have become a place for feathered flocks to frolic. They relax in the comforts of their cave dwelling and pleasure to the wee ones' antics. They have much to be thankful for and look forward to the ball of flame bringing forth a new day. For this is the day of rest! They shall break forth in song and dance and pray for peace for all.

For now Peasant Girl wishes you all a deep breath of fresh air, rest from the day's battle, and guidance from above.

Goodnight,

Annod