I had to dig a grave for a cat today. Her name was Dali. I met her last May... and she was skinny-thin then. Sixteen years old and wasting away. But I grew to love her. She had a really sweet spirit for a cat. I remember the feeling of her frailty as she climbed on my lap. But now she is gone... and I had to dig a grave. I shed some tears in the process. We'll miss you Dali. You'll be mourned.
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My shoulders are sore. After the grave-digging... and the burden of sorrow there, I helped some friends move. Thank goodness I was only a secondary source of muscle. Two younger guys shouldered most of the load. The small share I took is causing a serious burn in my upper trapezius.---
But I have my 'trade secret' project that I am working on... I did a little research. I think I need a stainless steel nut with the following specs: 1/4"-20.
