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Yesterday was an alright transition back towards work. Our company summer outing was at Kimball Farm in Westford. It's a not bad place, though a bit golf-centric for my taste. Played my recommended yearly allotment of minigolf (18 holes). Drove enough golf balls to get not terrible at it, and leave my left lumbar a little sore today. Bumper boats were fun for a bit, but not so much after my engine choked and a gang of coworkers shoved me into a waterfall. Bluejeans not looking so wise in retrospect (need to keep emergency pants, seriously). During a lull
keshwyn introduced me to geocaching, which is pretty keen. (Her company was also having an outing there; because it's not possible for me to go anywhere within 495 and not run into someone I know.) That may provide sufficient tipping energy for me to pick up a GPS, especially since it'd make an entertaining break on long road trips.
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Sorry 'bout that. Had managed to get way too much momentum up before realizing that you were unarmed...