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photo credit: Phil Hamer

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Russ got home Tuesday night, went to work all day Wednesday, and was asleep by 7:30 last night. He had a great trip, with two wells drilled and lots of progress made on the water projects. Even with my crazy medical stuff, the kids and I weathered his trip very well.

This feels like the first “normal” day in awhile, so I’ll catch you up on a few things.

I talked with Dimples’ therapist today and we are planning her next home visit. This trip with be longer, Friday through Tuesday, and she will not be accompanied by a staff member.

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Today’s Tuesday Topic is from Melissa, who asks,

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