Sunday, October 27, 2019
Before the storm and psychosis
Might as well get the second bit out of the way first. I've spent the entire day convinced that it's Sunday. Now as you read this, if you read it on the day I plan to schedule it for posting, it is indeed Sunday. As I write this, however, it's very much Saturday, has been all day, and will continue so to be until midnight.
Yeah, I don't know.
Frickin' clues everywhere too. That is to say, everywhere I looked there was stuff to tell me it's Saturday. One of the biggest clues was that my Mom was watching the Nebraska game, and those are almost exclusively on Saturday. Never on Sunday, because NFL. And of course the Huskers got beat by the Hosers. I mean Hoosiers. At home. Well, it took fifteen years to destroy the program, not even Scott Frost can fix that firetrucking train wreck in only two years.
Anyway, I'm either losing it, or I'm not. Doesn't matter either way, I'm sure I'll be very happy if I go full dane bamage.
Beautiful day today. Warm and sunny this morning, a bit breezy this afternoon. I got a good bit of work done; mended some fence mostly but other tinkering bits that needed doing.
I also did some vehicular ambush drills. No pics though, sorry 'bout that. When I'm ready for a drill -- as I am because I'm both the one running the drill and the one executing the drill -- I can uncase the M-4, load, and get aimed fire down in about 10 seconds. Which isn't very good, but at least I'm working the drills and slowly improving.
One interesting thing I noticed today was that when I'm firing the M-4 from inside the vehicle the muzzle blast blows trim off the side of the pickup. It's a good thing to know.
One thing I could use is someone to unexpectedly throw these ambush drills at me. Hey I know, I'll get a caddy! You know, someone to carry my rifles around for me and provide valuable tips and advice. A hot young chick caddy would be perfect. Maybe I'm not losing it after all.
And of course there's the threat of a big snow storm moving in.
Well, it's that time of the year.
Nice morning to be a very low-stress cow.
My farmer friend in Herefordshire is a bit depressed about all the rain they're having.
Here's what the river Wye on Hay looked like last year. (I always want to say "Wye on Rye.")
This lifted his spirits though. Looks like there are American-style dummies in Blighty, too!
I'm hoping that tomorrow, which will be Sunday and by all predictions will be nasty weather wise, will provide an opportunity for some writing.