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Okay, where was I? Day. What day is it? Friday! The last Friday of July in the year out of our gourd, 2002. Damn near leveled a house today. Hired me some boys diggers, good diggers, Rick and Andrew. Got all six foundation rounds in the ground, level and ready for the beams. I've put in something 44 hours since Tuesday morning. Madness. Sitting here lounging in my lounge chair by the fire. This is my TV here in Main this past month. The three B's: Beer, Bonfire, Bats. I lay my head back and marvel at those little buggers up there, or just one I guess. He just does this loop-de-loop, encircling, (from my vantage point) the starfish-sky slice of stars and darkening blue up there between the tall trees. Eating bugs I'd guess he is. Go for it, Bat dude. Speaking of bat-tudes, my right hand, writing hand is giving me a powerful bad time these past weeks, I'm guessing its got a bad hand-itude. Have woken up a few times in recent days with sever pain and numbness, interchanged at dawn. Went the whole day today using it in heavy-duty fazztian, but only once,
during the repetitive skitmish motion with hammering did it pain me. Now,
after just two pages it is forcing "my hand" so to speak. I
had much to write tonight but cannot for the intense pain of just moving
a pen. Boo-hoo ... RSM
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