Almost back to trim.

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Between what medicine does, and what happens when I push when medicine is doing it's thing, I took a bit of a beating recently.  Thankfully the only thing I really strained was of mind, will, and such... things that don't make me limp, they simply keep my butt married to a chair.  And so it has been.  Last night I got a bit of a wind, though.  I had hoped I would do much more.  I did finally do some cooking.  But I wouldn't let that happen until I at least set up dishes for washing, which I did.  I am hoping for more, today, when I wake up.

To give the dishes a first wash, then resoak in hot sudsy water, have a lunch, a rest or a nap, then maybe finish the dishes.  Saturday, is it?  Hmm...  If I get that done, for a reward, I may see about heading into town.  Milk, cream (still have a container but only one), and a few other items.  Oh, paper plates!  Man alive but regular plates add up fast and add a great deal of bulk to the dirty dishes.  I love my good dishes, I do.  They simply add up too quickly.

I've been watching some vids regarding rifle firing solutions.  What is that, you ask?  It is another name for precise aiming at longer distances.  Beside having learned bits about that, if long ago, it was all around me in the Navy.  Beside small arms, and even on submarines.  From missiles to torpedoes, they all had to calculate a firing formula.  Those were checked and rechecked.  Of course, with those munitions being self-propelled, the calculations were... slightly different.  Some of that was classified.  Actually, everything about submarines is.  It wouldn't surprise me to find that the dimension for the toilet lids, and how they were attached, was somehow classified.  And I ain't telling so don't ask!  Oh I laugh, I do.

Now, this guy is a pro.  If you listen to one of his videos, you get the sense that he is a sweet, kind, lad.  And he is.  He just so happens to be able to pop a beer can at 1236 yards (2:00 mark on the vid is the lead in to that shot) on the first shot.  I smell sf.  He is exactly the type.  The nicest keeler you would ever wish to meet.  Seriously.  Don't know his bona fides, haven't bothered, won't unless it comes up in the series.  Don't care.  I know his dope is good.  I can smell that too.  Now, his advice and tool recommendations are, as such and after some personal review, top notch.  If you want to learn how to shoot long distances, this is the man who can show you how.  Or relearn you.

Much of his advice is simply beyond my ability at this point.  However, after tinkering, I may be able to implement more of his stuff in time.  Remember, he is professional grade.  More, he is a professional grade instructor.  I am not, currently, professional grade student material.  I'm doing good to wake at a given time on any given day.  Still, between what I was and what he offers, I suspect I can get to 800 yards on, at worst, a slightly off day.  Anything more will take... a bit more than I can give, at least at this point.

The funny thing is, he tells the truth about long range shooting.  It isn't romantic, heroic, or superhuman.  It is a lot of nerd stuff culminating in a single shot that hits a target.  Not that it doesn't take... something more.  It is an art on top of all that.  Hmm... reminds me of... something else.  *huge grin*  Never you mind.  Yea, yea!  You... actually got it, I think.  If both are done right you often end up wondering what the fuss was about, until you miss a couple of shots, eh? But then, just because you did it?  Doesn't mean tomorrow you can, if you forget what... lead you to those points in life.  Bleh!  *laughs*

Well... I need to get on to waking, then dishes, and maybe lunch before long.  I already fed the girls.  Since I've been getting up a bit later than I want I feed them right off.  Still, up an hour earlier, and hope to drag my waking time back an hour or two a day for the next week or so.  I actually think I can do that without too much fuss, with a little attention to detail.  I will start using the alarm, and naps as needed.  I'm becoming king again, but being king means doing the dirty work.  Don't let them ever fool you.  Nothing is glamorous, especially a title, though not even a skill.  Later.