This was not a “good Friday” unless your idea of “good” involves shovelling horse shit…literally.

I cleaned two large stalls and started a third.

I’m not used to that kind of work, so my back is screaming at me and my head is crying for a pillow.

Soon, baby, soon.

What I would do for a massage right now. Therapeutic…rub and tug…whatever…my muscles are just thinking I should be calling 9-1-1 with the pain they are in.

I’m pathetic…I realize this. I was once in the shape that I would have done twice as many in the same amount of time as it took today and a simple beer would have dulled the pain enough to frolic the night away. Seems not the case anymore.

Apparently I need to rest up in order to frolic another day.

Frolic this!

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