Not too shabby.

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I received part of my order today, from Cabela's. I have yet to try on the pants, two sizes. My 42 waist pants are starting to be uncomfortably loose. A belt only does so much. Still, I am not quite a 38 yet either. Or am I? I will find out. Many old jeans will go away, though I will save a small pile of them purely for work. I do intend to work, when I can. Lawn work if nothing else, but I have some other things on the menu. I received one of the stools, the one without a back. It is cheap, plastic, odd, but it will do. It is also convenient, light, and seems strong enough. We will see. I received one of two of the magazine loading devices for a late Christmas present for my friend. Who knows when the rest of it will show up. The missing stool was supposed to be in stock when I ordered, but the larger magazine loading device was on a one week backorder. I will not complain though really, just note.

The day is sunny, most of the time. Clouds have moved in and out, making for a fun (to me) day. I like a little bit of a mixture to my weather, all save freezing rain is good to me. I like some sun and some shadow, I like rain and snow and clear. I absolutely love thunderstorms, even when I might get caught out in one. It is just how I am. I am savoring the last drops of winter. Only for summer do I wish for a quick brutal end to the season. That last two weeks to month tries every bone of patience I have in me. And the high heat part of the season also tests my nerves. Still, I try my best to enjoy even that.

Sassy continues to be my little fruitbasket. Jumping and scratching, whoever or whatever, playing with cords, figuring out just what might make Sam actually get up and do something about whatever she is doing (or what can get pop-o off his chair, out of bed, or even moving quicker). A little rascal and I do love her for it. She, like all girls, just wants to have fun! Thank God she cannot do makeup or get pregnant. That is all I am saying right there. Sam continues to be the rock, mostly. Oh, she goes through her girly stages, and playful moments, but she is pretty much a lap cat and passive observer. She is getting out more. She is dying for spring so I will go out with her more often. As much as those two cats fight though, I can tell they do like each other. A lot. As Sassy is becoming more of an equal, Sam is liking her more and more. Mostly.

It is a fine day to be alive. I am hoping to figure out how to get some things going. A bit more cleaning, work on the reloading bench, a bit of sorting, and some gun cleaning are roughly on the list for when the brute can be bothered. Bits and pieces, scattered efforts, all heading... somewhere. Later.