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I made it a half an hour late, to my friends. When I got there, and while we were talking, catching up, I told him right off that a half an hour late for me was a half an hour early. He laughed, not because it's funny but because it's true. Well, looks like he is doing fairly well. Though I think he was sick recently too. He just got better about a week before I did. So he has been rearing to go.

First a bit of hither and thither in town. I had been hankering to try some cigars they just got in, Gurka. Yeah, bad heart. Yeah, plaque build up. Yeah, eat me. My arteries are clear and now that edema is gone, my lungs are clear and have a larger capacity than some horses. I ended up buying two of them. Then we went shopping for gloves, looked at some guns, bought something to drink on our trip. It was all good as from the time I picked him up until we headed to the range, the temp went from 51 to 54. Actually it ended up being the perfect temp for shooting.

Two of his gun smithing attempts worked perfectly. His .357, with a new spring set, was smooth as butter. I didn't think it was bad before, and to be honest, it wasn't bad. But compared to now? Now I can remember the gravely feel, the heavy action of levering back the hammer, the somewhat jerky feel. All compared to now. Things I didn't notice until I felt the silk compared to the cotton. His .380, for which he ordered a new slide and installed it with a bit of extra work, as the slide lock failed, now locks back sharply and surely when empty. Oh, and he was dinging things between 40 and 50 yards with that little tweeter. It was amazing, especially since we haven't been shooting in weeks. With the .45, I think the 24 pound spring was too much. The old, worn, original spring was definitely far too soft. He has one more spring to try. A good day though. And I did shoot my .22 rifle a goodly bit. I just love that rifle.

When we returned, we ate at an Italian place. It was a bit ritzier than I had thought. More in price. Perhaps because I haven't been eating and my tastes are off, or simply because they or I was having an off night, I didn't favor the fare. Then again, I was trying a food I had not tried before, veal. It was quite mild tasting. And, actually, I didn't really ever get the sense that I was tasting anything. The sauce was pretty much the flavor. On the good side, it didn't taste bad. There simply was no flavor, itself, from the meat, that I could sense. While the sauce was okay, I wouldn't choose to spend that much for sauce. No worries, I never write a place off irretrievably without a second, maybe even a third try. And the price isn't quite prohibitive, if... it would cause one to think twice. But I finally got to try something I have been waiting a long, very long, time to try. Cannoli. Okay, after waiting this long, again, I wasn't impressed. Now, to be fair, I was beyond tired at that point, I haven't been eating right for some time so my taste buds may be off, and... just random possibilities. Still, the meal was filling.

I then got my friend to his home, stopped and chatted just a bit longer, but dying on the vine I bid him good night. But before leaving, I decided to set up Monday as our next shoot and asked if he wanted to go to Ogden after payday. I probably won't buy much but it has been some great long time since he has gotten to Ogden. Time to go reloading supply shopping! Besides, I have a new expense. My cwp license arrived in the mail (recently) today (I haven't checked my mail in... some time). Time to go gun shopping! I saw a Taurus, 4", with adjustable sights, stainless, that had been used in an 'event' (shot about a hundred times) at a great discount, a hundred off. I am going to look up the gun, and check out reviews. It's a seven shot (seven shot? yes), 4", brushed stainless, ported, .357, with the adjustable sights. Yeah, I like it. I best get in, maybe tomorrow, and see if they will hold it until payday. *So-and-hoozit, "Damn it Doom, you had other plans for that money"! Doom, "Lets think logically here... Shut up".)

Oh, but all that, this, and here and there, and you know what? It was easy. Or far easier than I thought it would be. My right foot is a bit sore. It hasn't been in shoes or walking in a long time. Fair enough. And I am about ready for bed, but it is 20:34, later than I have been up in... ... ... well, in a while. Those stretches of illness seem to last forever. I lose "yesterday" in there. One long nightmarish blur. All better though, it seems. Or at least working on it.

The cats are begging. I do want to finish off the laundry. It has been a long day. So, I will cut it long (too far past anything reasonably to be called cutting it short, but I really could go on, heh). Good night ladies and gentleman. Oh, I think I almost impressed my friend by recognizing a tune by Vivaldi at the Italian restaurant. Anyway. Good night.