Oh, son!

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Yeah, I did get out yesterday.  It was mostly just about getting my friend out.  And out we got!  We started with him shopping a new pistol, another .45 as it turns out.  I did buy a few things, but just gun stuff and minor.  Then to lunch.  Yum!  Then on to what ended up being a goodly drive over to Bear Lake, for the drive, for soda, for a bit of gas... just because that is how it worked out.  Finally, on up in the mountains to test that new pistol.  I had one of my pistols along, and a new shoulder holster for it.  Unfortunately I could not stay and shoot long.  I was absolutely crashing through the floor by the time we finished a box of ammo or so.  I hated to pack it in, but... we did quite a lot and I am just coming off a 'bender'.

The good thing, in a way, is I got to see just how feeble I really am.  It settles my mind to know that my lack of function isn't just me being lazy.  Something is terribly wrong right now.  Oh, no worse than before, mind you, and nothing new.  It is just that I really am ill.  Right now.  And it isn't getting better immediately.  Still, I will keep plugging away.  I have things to do.  I am doing what I can, too!  Food is being stored, bits of this and that are being bought, money is being put up, silver is being investigated, and I do what I can around here.  Just... Well, that's good enough.

 Our view coming down to Bear Lake from our side, give or take.

I had hoped to go grocery shopping as well.  I simply could not finish that part of the trip yesterday.  I may do that this evening, when it cools.  The city has become hot, outside altogether has become hot actually.  It's just that the taint of the city, with cars, tar, cement, thousands of people, industry, and everything else becomes even hotter and uglier.   It taints the day.  But in the evening, when the sun goes down, and people hide away at homes, parking their cars and shutting their lips, life becomes much easier to negotiate for shopping.  So... tonight, perhaps, another escape.  Just a short one, to a store or two, in and out, all good.

When I am down, physically, it is easy to get down mentally too.  Juggling eggs?  Ah, but for the most part, I do okay.  Even when I do drop one, or both, or all six? of the eggs, I somehow seem to manage to clean it all up and get back to juggling before too long.  Melancholy, sadness, but oddly I rarely get lonely.  I enjoy company, friends, women, associates.  I am not a loner, I just... can be.  I'm good either way.  Odd.  Come to think of it... I've always been that way.  I feel for people who need people always and everywhere, but more I feel for people who have no need for anybody.  I like being a tweener, ambidextrous in the social world?  Something.

On to something or other.  Be well.