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tracker7One week in, and the summer gig is kicking my butt. Depending on the night's workload, I walk nine to thirteen miles in a shift and stow about a thousand items. My shoulders and upper arms are getting quite a workout, and good grief the aching feet when the night's running long.
Part of the latter can be laid at ... can be blamed on old shoes. I'm breaking a new pair in around the house this weekend before giving them a baptism by fire at the warehouse. Also, a couple of new pairs of shorts, since my jeans don't breathe all that well and the patches of heat rash-cooked skin are something I'd not like to feel again.
Things here at the farm are okay. It's quiet, mostly, and I'm grateful for that. I miss having friends close at hand, but I'll be resettled in Louisville soon, and that will be resolved.
Onward.
Part of the latter can be laid at ... can be blamed on old shoes. I'm breaking a new pair in around the house this weekend before giving them a baptism by fire at the warehouse. Also, a couple of new pairs of shorts, since my jeans don't breathe all that well and the patches of heat rash-cooked skin are something I'd not like to feel again.
Things here at the farm are okay. It's quiet, mostly, and I'm grateful for that. I miss having friends close at hand, but I'll be resettled in Louisville soon, and that will be resolved.
Onward.
