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You are so spot on. Spent time on the couch with my wife. Cleaned chicken coop. Did a lot of physical things. I appreciate your post.

Super computing center inside a former church.

I have an excellent counselor. This is not anything but a chemical thing. Don't shit on me because problems.

I have. It's not that. Brain deficiencies and all that.

Suffering guys. No reason. Just depressed. And super high anxiety. I have no reason to feel these things. It feels idiotic to me that I'm feeling this, and that just gets me more down. This shit is fucking awful. My kids are all doing really well. My wife is thriving in her job and at home...

How tall are you? I'm 6'2" and I think that would be terribly uncomfortable for me.

I have a friend who is an organist. She has had both shoulders replaced. After each surgery it was a year before extending her arms to play the organ felt okay. Excruciating surgery and such a long rehab time.

Gophers/groundhogs are such a pain in the ass. I always have a shotgun on my tractor when I'm working or cutting grass or whatever. If I see one, I shoot it immediately.

But I want him!