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File under: who gives a shit I started exercising in earnest again after a weak effort that started sometime in February after my fingertip healed. It isn't something that gets easier with age. I find it easier not to eat than to exercise, but beer really likes the midsection, and if I wanted to, I could be one of those big belly skinny guys. Our chocolate lab Winston is almost 1 year old, and he has his testicles for just two more days. I feel badly for him. He's a good boy, and I hope he doesn't interpret it as some sort of message. In just over two weeks we'll be headed back to the cottage, where I can put the stove in the sauna, and fire it up.
