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Supper arrived, late, perfect. I was sleeping a bit late. No supper yesterday, they had a full day. An apology. None needed, I was sacked out hard, probably, by the time they returned or even at the regular time. Luck favors hard work? A shower and a run to the airport. A long run. Tomorrow not much, I am told. All good I say. I might do a day or two of helping to get things... urhm, turned around here, first. Then hope a resupply of functional parts is in. Or maybe I can find other, more reliable, sources of parts. All good. At least she isn't in a foot/leg brace this time. Though... that means I have to watch her a little closer. She doesn't always "remember" she has had two back surgeries, two knee replacements, a half dozen foot surgeries to each foot, and maybe a hip replacement? Dang woman anyway. She really needs to wait on me to lift much, but doesn't always. Even when I am doing what she wanted me to do, but over there. *sigh* Just call, says I. Or take a break. "Okay." Liar.
Never the mind. A shower, and figuring out how to keep at least one eye on her, especially now that she can move even faster!
Later.
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