sickness surprises, and not held down, but stricken, removed, sent home, to recoup, but stands must be taken, then then removed, for pain relievers do marvelous things, and that mysterious ache in the shoulder disappears for the day, and hopefully forever, but fighting the fight remains on the forefront, and others fall back, backgrounds, daemons, not like before, mildly uninterested, and it's nice that way, there's isn't the immediate, anything, at least not unhealthy, not vindictive, not pain or agony, better this way, and ultimate, dismissed mistress, two weekends of play, send me to the doghouse, with two weeks away a tournament in the sun, land of the sun, valley of the sun, and body less than optimal, less than acceptable, but two weeks, and none too soon.