I did get some of it.

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The back room area has been opened up, my tools have been sorted and stored in the entry hall, the press is on the power stand and the power stand is attached to the workbench. I am tinkering with a few bits but needed to check the internet for setup instructions, some bits I found last time I browsed the topic. I have also set the dishes in the sink to a fresh soak if I don't think I will get to those tonight I might have a chance in the morning.

I have had to take about five breaks. Simply put, moving boxes, sorting and storing tools, and carrying parts for the reloader around is enough to set off a panting attack. Oddly, for having been nearly singularly stationary for the last twenty years, I still have decent lungs and decent stamina (not athletic, but better most any other couch potato). So this is frustrating. As soon as I recovered though, I was right back at it. Mistakes have been made, all recoverable so far. I am pretty much down to actually setting up the machine for .45 acp bullets. I am rather surprised I got this far or did this much but I will take it.

Both the beasts went out for a stroll earlier. Sam is back in. Sassy is nowhere to be found. She is like that more so than Sam anymore. Sam goes out, kills some stuff, perhaps visits a tom, then wants right back in. Quick, clean, and courteous. Sassy, for whatever reason, has started simply disappearing when I let her out, if too she only goes out a few times a week. I worry about her the most, too. She is still an absolute airhead, if I love her for that trait. She has no common sense whatsoever and has probably still not had to deal with a car or a dog. She must learn though, that is her lot as a farmstead cat. I still worry.

Well, a bit of review and perhaps I will have the reloader working enough to do a preliminary check before I go to bed. I will want to check everything again tomorrow, in any case. I had hoped to get a couple hundred cases polished but I simply lost track. The tasks I am doing were often splintered or complicated so that other tasks simply got lost in the shuffle. Hmm, what has it been, two maybe three years since I bought the machine? Ah well, all things in there time and it is this things time.

Good night.