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Silver is definitely building a burrow behind the sofa. Rabbits have such a reputation! She can't help it. She is following the program coded into her DNA.

I went to 7/11 and got a refill on my 44oz Big Gulp. I feel like Abby getting Caf-Pow. Then, of course, I have to play the paranoid white woman and count my change. I always count it, and I always feel like people are impatient thinking nasty things about me for holding things up. So I counted it and it wasn't right. So I counted it again, feeling really guilty, and it was wrong. It was $1.00 over. So I gave the dollar back, of course. And felt a lot less like an inconvenience.

We are renting a trencher this weekend to dig the trench to pipe the water into our storage tanks from the new well, and to lay the power lines to power the new well. I think we should build a windmill. This is the wrong time of year to suggest that. Dave still has not forgotten the year I said I wanted a palm tree.

I am reading Songs or Arbonne by Guy Gavrial Kay. I'm about half way through, and it's very good, and keeps getting better. I have a book by Steven King for after this one. Sometimes I get impatient.

Netflix sent the movie Sea of Love with Al Pacino, Ellen Barkin, and Ron Goodman. It was very good. The last one I wathced that I liked that much was A long Days Journey into Night, Katherine Hepburn, Jason Robards Jr, and Dean Stockwell. That was pretty incredible. That family was dysfunctional before they even invented the term Dysfunctional Family. If you even like old movies a little bit, I recommend it.

I am working on a flyer to put at the barn for my saddle pads. It is taking hours, of course! I'll show it here if you guys all want to see it.