The older I get, the harder I try not to get too upset about
things. Doc* says the stress will kill you–let it go, chill out. I
was doing pretty well too–until last week, that is. I got a call
from a friend who’s been making limbs and braces since Hector was a
pup (Southern for “a long time”).
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