Signs and portents

The day started with a migraine and ended with hair pulling, impaling sex. It was the kind of rough, aggressive sex that that leaves you gasping, wide awake and with a sore scalp... amongst other things.

There was the beginning of moving the books in between. And work.

Oddly enough the end made up for the rest of the day.

In fact it quite counteracted the whole tedious thing.

Whispers perhaps He's on the mend...