The RNS Blogging Crew is approaching assembly at their personal shrine to the Holy High-Speed Projectile. Dave is heading West, David is heading North and I am not going anywhere until Friday but am set for David’s arrival today and to send him off with supplies tomorrow.
My usual ride to Boomershoot, Bull, is critically injured with a ruined water pump, and I’ve still not found all my .22-250 ammo because of the unique way in which I organized my garage over the winter months.
My boss is regretting letting me have Friday off and is asking me for 10 hour shifts all week. I’ve built two new bench tops for my and David’s shooting benches and I am still thinking up improvements for them but have no time, so that’s going to bug me all weekend.
This didn’t used to be so damned hard.
It’s called “gettin’ old”, and it sucks harder the longer it goes on. The only thing worse is the alternative, heh, heh.
A little off topic, but what happened with Buddy? Did you ever find a proper heir to the XJ?