Life with Duane

Sunday we went to Ft. Smith to hear Cold Water Dog play their Irish music. Came straight home because he wanted to get an early start on clearing trees under the electric lines. It's a quarter of a mile from the house to the county road. I help by dragging branches to the brush pile. He did that for two days then went back to work. I've hardly seen him; he's worked so much overtime. If he works overtime today, Saturday, he'll be staying home tomorrow. I feel like a hermit. Good thing my sister calls on Friday mornings.

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