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Oof, don't you wish you could trade out uncooperative parts? More than a few years ago I helped run my friend's feed store and I thought I was She-ra. By that I mean I would grab two fifty pounds sacks of feed to load at once. My left shoulder reminds me of that youthful silliness on occasion lol.

And thank you! I do so love my little patch of stewardship, even if it takes me half the year to keep it squared away. Hope the back and shoulder are cooperating today!