writing for finger exercise

Some days work just feels like typing. I need to finish making changes to this proposal. I intend to have it done by the end of the day. In the morning at the latest. But the time slips away.

I have lunch with a buddy. Threadgill's chicken and dumplings disappoints.

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We visit our buddies Anne and Les in the evening. Les has just gotten his ponds and rivers completed enough to put water in and turn on the pump. His deer like it. It's very cool. His greenhouse comes along, too, with a stretch of working water wall in place, a roof on. He hasn't let a hip replacement slow him down. Anne makes a delicious meal. And shows us some of her organizing and rearranging and redecorating she's been doing.

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