What a terrible way to start October, almost but...

I am being beaten down and feeling like a fool, totally unprofessional and a minor instance, then the inspectors from the Executive Team show up and inspect and note my further deficiencies. I am turning into a very nasty man, so the minor problems that I would deal with laughingly just grate and I start snarling. My best workers and favorite patrons back off seeing the warning signs -- the fools just keep coming. Then I start singing songs (mentally) from the Christmas selection we are practicing, and I start thinking of going home to the wife that cares about me when no one else does, and the weather is with me and the Trusty Triumph, and I talk to one of my former workers (a wrencher biker) about motorcycles - and I am a bit mellowed back out....

Dinner is excellent, coffee is great and doorbells ring. I have my ammunition from CMP (what is the reason the Post Office can't deliver guns and ammo? so FedEx rules?) all seven hundred plus rounds of 30 caliber, then my wife's ride shows up and they talk about how the flowers look on the porch and they depart for church activities, and the cute smooth talking soccer player drops off my cookie dough - I ask her how soccer is coming, she plays all the positions. The day is too short with all the good stuff. But I will look at the blogsphere, I am not impressed by television and I have plans for exercising, dry firing and unpacking the Ammunition!.

I leave a little trail of comments and then find something way too cool. Totally undeserved, but most welcome Tribute to some sound advice for all shooters - I didn't do the shooting; she has great coaching and natural perfections (color choice, just ask). Another great day, no matter who tries to make me lesser - without any government intervention I am still king for today! Although I am more likely comfortable as a Sergeant in Arms, an American Rifleman, and your good neighbor.