That nap was no 5.56.

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It wasn't even a 7.62... that pup was a .338.  Bam!  Out and down.  Dreams but nothing else.  Yea, I needed it.  When the alarm went off  I didn't want to get up.  I had slept through it for 27 minutes so I decided not to stay in bed, reset.  I had more sleep than I meant and then some.  But... good.  Getting up was a bit of a struggle but once I was up life has been good.  I haven't gotten to much, yet, but I plan on finishing the dishes, and the little bit that I "found" or used since, then hit the kitchen.  That will be about it, save a call to see what is happening with my friend and his machine.  I know him, he couldn't stop from tinkering any more than a kid, given the opportunity, could choose not to open a Christmas present.  Of course, without internet, I can't really help him much.  Win 8 isn't my thing.

The parts for my ak-47 are in.  Probably tomorrow I have some internal tinkering to do.  This won't improve accuracy, or performance, it will merely making complete tear-downs more sure and simple.  I will keep the old piece if it will come out in once piece.  It seems to be stuck in there in some odd way.  With these pieces in hand, now I can get to the complete tear-down needed to sand some of the parts for a smoother action.  I've done a bit of sanding, but I didn't want to get too into it until I could easily and simply take it down and not have to worry about something breaking, so having an ooc platform.  Bleh.  I also, finally, found out how the stock folds.  And that does work.  The button on mine was just a bit gunked up and had to be cleared.

A piece, a bit, a project at a time, and I am coming awake.  It is like coming out of a deep thaw.  There is so much in my life that I have to pull together.  Social, mechanical, mind, body, spirit.  Decades have left layers of rust, parts that need a little tweaking or updating, missing pieces needing replaced.  My fingers are out of practice.  I can't always keep on task even yet.  But, slowly, an area, a piece, a touch at a time, I am remaking my reality.  And I am taking control back, even of something so seemingly simple as adjusting my sleep and wake times.  We are, all, well tuned machines.  Some can be tuned for finer performance, but all can be tuned, if they take the time.  I have the time, and interest, and so it has begun.  The device that contains me is being optimized.  Again.

Oh, I best pull out another roast.  This time with carrots, onions, and cabbage.  Tomorrow night, probably, with a clean up after it is cooked.  Urhm... by the way... I need to rip into my refrigerator and get that thing cleaned out.  Vacuuming and the fridge tomorrow.  Steam vacuuming the living room the day after?  Then, when next I can work, I will begin ripping my bedroom apart for cleaning and reassembly.  If the weather holds, I will get out shooting in the next few weeks.  If we get snow though, I will hit the snow shoe learning curve.  Can't lose?  Maybe.  Later.