A depresso day, after yesterday's little trauma. The muse is kicking my ass from here to there... chapter not finished and it's upsetting me. About two thirds of the way finished, and it's stalled.
The Yankees have had a worse weekend than I did (**huggles** my Yankees). It was grey and rainy all day. My body feels like someone took a bat to it. Stress... that's all it is, I know. But I'm toasted.
So, sorry for the lack of Hell postage this evening. Hopefully, you'll be able to find it tomorrow.
And please... let tomorrow be a better day. **smooches** to you all.