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Mowed grass at work yesterday. I managed to knock the first joint (the one on the hand) of my index finger so that it is both swollen and unhappy about moving in assorted directions. Bugger.

After work I went over and rode Callie, which I have done every non-Thursday that it hasn't rained since the end of the fair. Just because I don't SAY that I went and rode the horse does not mean I didn't ride the horse.

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Special for my dad and possibly interesting for others who may yet feel that we're not totally fucked in a financial sense.

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