The challenges that lie before me are not only mine. They are weaving themselves like a little spider tightly spinning her webs around J's fingers. He says to me that it's all right. I just feel like he has his own burdens of responsibility and why the fuck should I be - Hulo! Winning the damn lottery?? - I feel it doubles his duties while lightening mine. I know that that I am not alone in my challenges ahead. In the old farmhouse, there has lived a mouse in our wall by our heads in our bed for eight years. Every fall one shows up, staying til spring and you want to talk about challenged. But no more so than when we're trying to fuck and the damn thing is scurrying about. Regardless of who you are, where you are, or how you live your life we are all in some way - challenged.