Duck.

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I had a few dishes to do up first, just to clear the sinks. No, I mean just a small and large bowl, three spoons, and a glass I think. See, I've been keeping up. Those were from today. Anywhile, I did get that done, then washed the roaster. The duck had brined for more than an hour, as I was dealing with the little technicalities of starting with a barebones kitchen and cleaning out the roaster for it's first use, then cleaning off a number of potatoes for baking. In she went, without so much as a quack. Thankfully. I don't deal with the undead, should there ever be such a thing, very well. I'm with Bane on that.

It all came out well, went down better, and what remains is now cooling to be refrigerated within the hour. I need a little time to sort through my "feelings" about eating the poor beast before I put it up for future reflections. :) I used to leave food out... well, sometimes until it went bad. A meal, rare as they were, pretty much ended my capacity to function for sometimes large periods of time. Now, in my new improved Doom(tm) motif, I am able to keep it going... after a little time out. I also bought a pork roast, so that I might have my friend for dinner Friday after Mass, and perhaps after shooting. He deserves a home cooked meal from time to time. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't like leg of lamb or duck. If beggars are choosers, tough. Still, he wouldn't want to eat my food too often anyway. I know that is part of it. Thinking ahead, I decided to call him and let him know so he will be set for dinner. I will make mashed potatoes, and of course gravy, along with it. He likes to skip the veggies, just like me, so... skipped they are. Oh, and the cats wanted in earlier than I had hoped so I had to hide the food away early. That's fine, I'll do the dishes in an hour then. They are soaking, went in while I was cooking, what I no longer needed. What fit...

I joined the conceal carry group for here in Utah. I put up what had happened, more for a bit of sympathy and perhaps some ribbing. Yeah, I can handle that too if it comes my way. Someone, who works with the state on such matters, contacted me and asked for my bona fides, or at least my contact information. Certainly, I said, and sent it. I also advised him that I would be willing to have them look at my files (I don't honestly know what all is in them, apparently the V.A. doesn't share everything with their "clients"). And I suggested I would be quite willing to go in for an exam, be checked out, and do whatever is necessary to try and resolve this. I had meant to call the V.A. today but the day got away from me. They also suggested calling congress critters and the NRA. Good call. But, now, I just got some information last Friday about what to do, I have a bad heart, I am doing as much as I can, while still trying to maintain my little life as well. At least it looks like there might be a civilian review panel separate from the V.A. and the FBI. It is here, and maybe with a psych eval, where character references might come in handy.

Dang nabbit, I'm not going to just not try. I won't say I am a nice guy, but I am a good man. Nice guys, by the way, don't go armed and don't protect themselves or others. I do, however, avoid trouble. And I don't stick my nose where it obviously doesn't belong. Never mind. Just so you know, I will do all in my power to fix this with the V.A., the FBI, and the state of Utah. If I can clear it all, I will. If I can only clear it with Utah, that is good enough. If I can't clear any of it, I just have to deal with it. But put forth effort I will.

Oh, I certainly pick the biggest damned Goliaths out there, though, don't I? I don't even have a proverbial sling and stone! All my friends are in low places too! (Yes, you. Ha!) All this while I am doing good to just make my bed (almost every day though, for the last two weeks and change). I even changed the bedding today before making the bed, and turned the mattress to boot. I am excited though. Nothing like dancing in the middle of the road in front of a speeding Mack truck in my favorite loin cloth. :)

Tomorrow? Ah, right. The windows in the Xterra, and some neatening. Then to Mass, and on in to town to buy some normal tooth paste (the whitening stuff is supposed to only be used short term). Then home. I need to call two fellow congregants regarding some issues. If I haven't heard by message, email, or phone, I will try to call the gentleman who contacted me through the carry site. I need to call the V.A. to learn more about an appeal. And somewhere in there I need to send my lady friend a check. I think I will send her the whole amount and just fiscally limp by this month. Then it is done. I'm not going to tell her though, let her smile when she sees the whole gift. :) I'm such a sucker for poor orphan waifs. And pretty women. Worse when they are all the above!

Oh, right, on to chilling so I can try to sleep earlier tonight. What a day, life. But it's mine, and I like it. Good night.