Perhaps, during martial low (see post below) I don’t need to work-out as much. Today, I had to carry Conner (he’s nearing 40 pounds) back to the chair 3 times after he ran away. I also took away his dog (Pluto — stuffed). There was much weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth (not sure if it was mine or Conners). I thought I was gonna have a corononary after that little attempt.
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