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I'm tired. Had a good horse outing today. The google map has been updated with notes on Roaring Run East Fork (a surprisingly nice creek in late August. Horse wouldn't drink it.) and the new half-mile of covered distance.

We're still losing easyboots in the wilderness but at least we're finding them again.

( So, how did the grey idiot do? )

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Whoops! I've been tagged to do 8 things about me. THE RULES: each player lists 8 facts or habits about themselves; the rules of the game are to be posted first; at the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people.

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I don't understand how my days get so chock-full of stuff. Tomorrow is a busy day full of busy things. Work: mow grass. Visit the little store with the hysterical people to see if we're allowed to tear it down. Possibly settle that damned clusterfuck which is dragging ever onward and costing me money. (I'm an optimist.) V. late office-wide lunch (after hysterical meeting) with the employee who is departing because I sold his job in that damned clusterfuck. Stop at liquor store and buy liquor. (I live in Pennsylvania. Liquor purchases have to be planned because you cannot just buy liquor any old place. You must premeditate your liquor purchases.) Check at tack store regarding new girth and/or La's new helmet. Go catch horse. Ride horse (Short day, 7.6 miles) with Cass. Put horse away, remind horse people about Willie Nelson / Merle Haggard the following Friday evening. Drive Cass home. Drive home, assemble fixin's for Adult Beverages. Drive to Tasha's house, fix Adult Beverages, watch Horse Movie Mk. II. (There's a sequel to The Man from Snowy River. I've never seen it.) Drive home. Sleep. Seriously, it's like a marathon day.