<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Wearsherboots on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/wearsherboots/</link><description>Recent content in Wearsherboots on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/wearsherboots/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Oh, My Aching Back</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/oh-my-aching-back/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/oh-my-aching-back/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It had been a very long day at work, and I was physically tired. I could not wait to get home, relax, and try to relieve some of my killer back pain. When I got home and opened the door, she was there waiting for me and handed me a drink. I had called her on my way home and told her of my day, she said she would take care of me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>