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I've mentioned that I have a new job.

"Why the fuck do you have a new job, Evertson?"

Well, it's complicated. Given a number of unresolved issues which I'll detail in future but not just now, it seemed prudent to take up another full time occupation.

I go to work at 0600 and get off at 1430. That leaves plenty of time to work on highest-priority ranch stuff. It also forces me to be more efficient with planning and execution of ranch tasking.

And let's face it. I was never going to get everything caught up on the ranch. Too much shit was neglected and allowed to deteriorate for too long. That's fine. Wasn't my circus, weren't my monkeys. I'll just keep plugging away. Unfucking the whole thing isn't doable for one guy. A five or six man crew could do it in several years, probably. But there's no crew so it's a moot point.

I like the new job a lot. I build security system widgets. It's basically piecework. Building up the widgets is quite interesting and challenging. Fascinating even.

I also mentioned that the two breaks and one lunch (half) hour have thus far afforded me the opportunity to get in some good workouts. Yeah, baby!

The city destroyed my underpass steps, but I've found a new set.



It's attached to the building I work in. Let's do it again!



And here's me finishing a set of 15 (maybe 17) with a little walk around the block philosophy break thrown in for good measure.



Today I did 60 flights of steps. My watch thinks I did 65. Close enough. Between the steps, walking around the block, and carrying widgets around inside, I logged a bit over five miles at work today. Which is good for me on many levels.

What are the cows and calves doing today?



And hey, check this shit out!



Fixed! For certain values of fixed.



Now what's this calf doing over here all by himself (stimself? 'e's a steer you know).



What to do, what to do...



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So. Shoot, move, and communicate. Or possibly shoot, move, and confound.

This isn't a novel or a movie. If there's a sudden need to get physical, it'll be too late to get into shape. So I'm working pretty hard, spondylosis and radiculopathy and all. There are upsides and downsides. The upsides far outweigh the downsides.

Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.