2/6/09

I feel like hammered dog shit today. I’ve got some kind of chest cold or flu or something. I’m not sure just how long I’m going to make it today. I’ve got everything covered for the afternoon so I could bail out any time. We’ll see. I left the laptop at home today so I’m doing this on the work computer. They finally got our home phone up and running but the DSL still isn’t working so I’m still without internot at home. Anyhoo, Wednesday evening Pat and I met at the Whiskey Flats gun range for some shoosting. I bought a set of Hogue panel grips for the Pimp Gun and a wraparound thingy for Big Millie. Big Millie’s grip was an afterthought so I didn’t get to shoost with it the other day. I like how it feels and I’m sure it will be an improvement. John had to work late so he couldn’t join us that evening. I think I let Pat shoost Big Millie, yeah, I’m sure I did. Well, he called last night on his way home from Academy. Fortunately, they were closing early or he would have bought a Taurus PT111 Millennium! I said, “I have one of those for sale ya doofus!” We went back and forth on the description of the gun he was looking at versus Lil Millie and finally he relented that I did know of whence I spoke. I think he’s going to buy my gun. Ooh! I got the chance to “sweep” the house in the middle of the night last night! I woke up around midnight and heard a noise. It sounded like a plastic tote had been knocked over and fell into a door then slid down said door swinging it closed. I grabbed the Judge and my glasses and started to the hall. I stood silently listening to see if mom was in the guest room or something but she wasn’t. I gave the half-closed guest room door a push and felt resistance, like a plastic tote had fallen against it and pushed the door closed. I stood and listened for another moment and then went into the room. A plastic tote had fallen over against the door and then slid down in such a way as to close it. I could see there was no one in the room so I headed towards the stairs. I stood at the top of the stairs listening to the downstairs portion of the house for a few moments but heard nothing. There was no way someone could have gotten from that room and down the stairs without me seeing or hearing them so I didn’t bother with going down there. I chalked it up to the tote being stacked precariously and choosing that moment to fall over. Of course I “slept” with one eye open the rest of the night. No, with this “creeping crud” and that adrenaline rush, I didn’t sleep for shite the rest of the night. I must have woken up every hour on the half hour after that. I had an 0730 h meeting to set up so I had to come in for that. I gave the 1330 h guy his projector first thing this morning and have had my 0945 h meeting so I could go home now. I’ve told everyone I am, maybe I will. Then again, I might stay for lunch and go home in the early afternoon. I don’t feel too terrible right now so we’ll see. I just tried to re-read this thing and realized I am a bit loopy after all. I’m not going to try and fix anything though. I’ll let y’all deal with it. If it makes any sense, huzzah! If it doesn’t, invisible robot fish.