Dreams last night were good, happy and then when I wake I remember that except for three of the people all the others were dead, very alive and funny in my dream but all very dead in my morning. It was about cars, and junk and cleaning it all up. I have breakfast, delay and don't jog to the mechanic's - wife drops me off. He tried to give me the bill for replacing calibers, but I had asked for a belt and a tensioner, and he realized that I was me not someone else. I did find the new belt and parts working well, but I expect in a couple of thousand miles or so the squeal will come back, the one I never hear but drives everyone around me mad. Well, I am fat this morning, must be the hormonal balance and lack of great exercise - only my fingers are flying over the keyboards, I do need work. Time to clean up and close up the Library by Wednesday, I have a Thanksgiving to share with my wife, places to go this weekend, including a place to sleep - and shooting goodness! Ah, yes, I get to shoot on Saturday, and will be giving it my BEST SHOT, making each one count. Big 5 Sports had two military rifles for sale - early bird specials, an M1 Garand for $499 and change and a Mosin-Something for $69. I am so many firearms over my limit that I only noted that they were being offered, didn't get out my deck chair and sleeping bag to get in line. Now, I do feel better, I share my cluttered life, the cup is labeled "Bubi" for those that don't expand the picture, which is very big - and one has to be a practicing German to catch that. Off to work, to save the world...
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Go forth and do good Earl... I'd rather visit CMP and get the pick of the litter (so to speak), rather than buy from a commercial source.
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