Too Tactical for Words

I’m getting unbelievably cocky. I’m considering running into the garage, slapping the .38 caliber dies on the press, and making some .38 Super ammunition for tomorrow.

Am I insane? Don’t answer.

I had some idiotic and truly ludicrous personal business to take care of this week, and it has been dragging me away from blogging and my hobbies, but I’m back, and tomorrow is RANGE DAY.

I’m thinking I may wear a face shield for the first 50 rounds of each caliber. I already look stupid with my giant tactical rolling toolbox, so a face shield will not make things worse.

On other news, my messianic-Jewish Bible and New Testament commentary arrived. I had to order it. There is some stuff in the Bible–okay, a lot–which only Jews get. I can’t wait to sit down with it.

I’ve been so preoccupied, I’ve let emails slide, and I even forgot to change the cloth on the beef I’m aging. I guess one day won’t hurt it. It’s a rib roast. I think I’m going to make prime rib instead of steaks. I need to ask Mike how he prepares it.

Life is sweet. Have I mentioned that? Well, it is. If I manage to move out of Miami, it will be TOO sweet.

Too tired to type. Even Marv lacks the energy to blog.