Wife gone.
Hungry.
What is this thing called a stove?
OK, I’m just kidding. I’ve got a grill, so the stove will remain cold.
Which is probably for the better, since I do remember hold badly I cook for myself.
Anyway, last night’s gunsmithing expedition is not yet complete due to the non-arrival of a parts order (thank you very much, Wilson Combat, for your slow shipping).
I’m going to try to go to sleep a bit early in the hopes of getting to the range to finally shoot Mr. Completely’s Flyswatter target for the e-Postal Match.
If you haven’t make sure to get your entries in by tomorrow. And have a good Sunday.