No revolver.

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So, I get everything into the X and head out. I stopped at the Post Office and sent the lamp and the two cards. With my brother's address, his very late birthday card went out too. On to town. Picking up my friend, I suggested that my license might have been pulled, but we would go check anyway. On the way I dropped off my slacks at the dry cleaner. Sure enough, my cwp has been canceled. There is a registered letter from them to me in the mail, so I will get that and find out what it takes to barrel through their hurdle. Congressmen, state and federal, the V.A., and bureurats will be contacted. I won't let this stand and will do everything I can to fix this.

It was too cold to go shooting so my friend just wanted to go home. As I was leaving after dropping him off, I remembered what I had thought I needed. I had heard zinc was a good supplement when taking water pills. But I really didn't feel like shopping. I remembered my new innovations in thinking and doing and so just did it anyway. I would rather just crash and burn for a bit but that won't help. So I am going to stick to my plan, do what was on my list, and keep going.

After just a few days of pushups and crunches, I am already noticing some small improvement. My arms look slightly larger and there is more definition. I know that seems impossible, but there it is. Subjective, to be sure, perhaps I should do some measurements. Ah well, at least I am home earlier than would have been so I should be able to get everything on my list done at a much more reasonable hour. Wow, what a bummer.

Later.