PUZZLE ELBOW

I think I have puzzle elbow. It can't be a tennis elbow, I haven't played tennis in years. It might be arm chair elbow for sitting and watching TV, but I never heard of that before. One friend said it could be puzzle elbow. We tend to lean on the table with one arm while finding pieces with with the other. Made me think. How to I sit or stand when working on a puzzle? Don't really remember and didn't work on the puzzle today so haven't checked it out. I probably just got it twisted while sleeping. That won't stop me from calling it puzzle elbow.

Oh the drama. There is always drama. There has been a lot of talk about the fellow who moved in at the beginning of April. He definitely is developmentally hampered. I young woman came to see him last night. Clem met her at the door and they went up to his room. She came back down fifteen minutes later crying. Clem had hit her. Where? Right across the face. The people in the commons room called the manager who came down to talk to the woman. That conversation is very confidential, but the rumor mills are working over time trying to guess what was said and why the police came, what they did, who did they talk to and was anyone taken away. It's a secret. No one knows. That makes the discussion really outrageous. Clem beat a girl to a pulp. No kidding! How bad was it? She was badly hurt. Black and blue all over. No she wasn't. He broke her arm. How'd he do that? I heard he slammed it in the door. Did you hear the noise at your apartment? No, I must have been sleeping. What time did it happen? Two a.m. I thought it was closer to midnight. No, it was late. What was she wearing. It looked like a nice blouse, but it was nearly torn off her body and she had some blood dripping from her nose. She came in with a coat, but left without one. That's terrible. That's horrible. I can't believe they let people like that in here? The place is going to hell in a hand basket. Makes me wonder how that trip is made.

Whew! The imagination is better than what really happened, I suppose. Her face was slapped. No clothes were torn, the was no blood and no marks. The police did come, but no one really knows why. That has not stopped two from calling the office today and demanding his removal because he is dangerous and they are now fearful for their lives. He may be dangerous. I don't know, but no one wants to wait until the true is known to make a decision. They want him gone. He did not have the right to slap her. I guess they had been in the same housing before. She has the same issues Clem has.

If anything of a somewhat serious nature happens here, the guesses go so far beyond the true that it gets very hard to sort it all out. Even harder to believe anything being said. They should just ask me. I always know what actually happened. I wasn't there, but I can figure it out. I think there was a shooting. No one heard a gun, but a silencer was used. They haven't found the body yet, but if they were to look in the blackberry forrest in the lot next to us they will find the body was dumped out the window and it still there. I'm afraid to look. I do not want to see a dead body. I hate violence. I think they hauled Clem off and have charged him with murder. The investigation is ongoing — I think! I hope they don't ask me any questions. I might have to say I don;t know anything. If I did that I will be left out of the conversation.