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I worked a double shift yesterday. That wasn't too bad, the time went really quickly. but I only sat down once at 2:00 for about ten minutes. By the end of the night, I was beat. Today, my dad and I took a drive to the beach, because my mom is in the UP with my little sister looking at NMU. My dad was complaining about his feet being burnt by the sand while we were walking. I thought it was just a bunch of hyperbole. Nope, come to find out, he really had burnt his feet: Three blisters on one foot and two on the other. I had to laugh out loud at/with him when we was at home soaking his feet later. He looked very strange with his arm still all casted up from his fall, carefully avoiding his sore ribs while soaking his feet.