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I _hate_ getting old
Put in another round of priming that eternal paint job on the front porch. I am not the man I used to be. An hour, an hour and a half, that seems to be my limit for physical labor.
Three or four hours on a bike ride, that's okay, but hanging off a ladder and smearing paint around uses different muscles.
No writing again today. Unless you count editing a letter-form agreement for that livestock auction hall and making up a few bills for architectural services.
Three or four hours on a bike ride, that's okay, but hanging off a ladder and smearing paint around uses different muscles.
No writing again today. Unless you count editing a letter-form agreement for that livestock auction hall and making up a few bills for architectural services.