One more day of rest.

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Yeah, I'm still pretty tired. Tomorrow I have to do something and Monday is a new week. I hope tomorrow will be a slow easy day, too. I won't be pushing things, just... a drive, some shooting, a meal, and home. The drive won't be a long drive. And I have some notion that my friend will not be up for a lot of exercise, commotion, or even a great deal of shooting. Though I will make sure he gets all the shooting in he can handle. He keeps thinking that three boxes of ammunition per caliber will be enough. I keep trying to talk him into taking eight to ten boxes of the two calibers he will be taking, just so that he doesn't have to bug his sister. He is thinking three boxes, but he will shoot two boxes of each caliber. This I know. Perhaps he actually wants to change calibers each week. Which I don't mind if he would just come out and say so. We plan things differently. Hmm, to that end, I need to reload tonight myself. I'll be doing slow loads as I still haven't purchased a chronograph. I just got a Blue Press magazine, and it's in there, at $199. But the whole kit is into about $500, with replacement parts and upgrades. I'm considering the CED M2 Chronograph. (not a bad rough guesstimate, when added up, $486, but then add taxes and shipping) I simply won't risk pushing the loads until I know what I am dealing with in my pistol.

Even if still a bit tired, I do believe along with reloading a bit that I will do some dishes, some laundry, and maybe a bike ride. When I go into town tomorrow, I would also like to look for a hatchet. I have a smaller crosscut saw which will work for these smaller branches, so I should be good to lay up some smaller wood for the stove. If I can, I would like to get to trying the rocket stove this week. There are other things I am hoping to get to, but mainly I want to get on the bike and hit a couple of trails with my gear pack. That is the plan. Well, that and getting ticket(s) for my mother to visit and begin getting my home straightened up.

I woke late today. I simply couldn't drag my bottom out of bed until around 10:00, for whatever reason. Perhaps that dream waking me messed up my notions. It was pretty good, as far as horror dreams go. I woke nice and spooked, with a bit of a grin, more so with the slight banging from where ever that was actually coming. There is nothing like environmental effects added to a dream. After I went back to bed, I sort of wonder if it wasn't just oscillating air from the fan breaking over my blanket near where my ear was, come to think of it. Still, all good.

Have a good day.