Oh but the plans are moving forward and coming together.

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I'm still just a bit bodily rough from all the rocking and rolling last week, but it isn't interfering with my plans.  I actually think, when I am doing better, these aches and pains help.  These non-health pains tend to get me to look forward to more, and better, pains.  Yum!  Of course, any sympathy I can milk them with is just icing on the cake.  :)

I am still moving a bit slowly.  Which is fine.  So far today I have put a load through, folded that, and put it up, with another load in the washer and dryer.  There would have been even another load through, but I wanted to wash the moldy stuff again.  I'm not going to fuss with it anymore.  I have put that load in the dryer and am washing my big pack and a camp pillow.  I also put my pack together.  Mostly.  I need to figure out what to do with the water filter before it's first use, square a few more items away in there, made a decision on a few pieces, and grab an MRE, maybe two.  But it's... pretty much ready.  I didn't think I liked that little pack much.  But then I have never really used it more than as a holding device.  Packing it for the trail, I am finding that it is a well made smaller day pack, with easy but secure access to various pockets and a few other additional more open areas.  It will do very well for it's intended purpose.  I also have a waste pack that might go along for more intermediate trips, just to add a few more things, such as a tarp, maps, extra food, and just a few other items.  I could always use the bigger bag, modulated down.  The big pack has three main "packs", a huge center bag along with two, what they call rockets, that can either attach to the main bag, be used individually, or used as a pair.  It offers a lot of flexibility.  The main pack even has a rain cover for it that is big enough to cover the "rockets", if they are also attached.  You can live out of that for weeks, with a little caution as to packing.

Resting, now.  After the next load of laundry is dealt with, I may refresh the rinse on the dishes to be done after the next load of laundry and rest cycle, but clean off the kitchen table and prep for some honing.  I certainly have a lot going on, especially for a resting weekend.  But, to be honest, I think I am at a point where this will be more the normal.  As I get better, I see things I can, and want, to do.  I have much prepared to be done.  I have many interests, needs, and wants.  And, while still rather crippled up, I'm not dead yet either.  I honestly don't know how long this will last, or how well I can stay on track are regards health, but no one ever does know.  You could be hit by a bus tomorrow, you could have an x-ray for a different thing pop cancer into your life, there is no guarantee.  All I know is that while I can, I will.  It's all I've got like you will never ever know.  And I'll take it.  Yes sir, I'll take it and run with it as fast as I can.

This coming week?  Trailhead finding and exploring, a bit more shooting, perhaps even a ride out to the range on my bike.  Well, and checking to see if the tires need some air.  One trip will be with my friend, if he wants to get out.  Shooting, a drive, a trip downtown shopping, whatever he wants.  I will need to stock up on ammo a bit.  Simply put, getting my shooting back into good order is going to take bullets, and I don't wish to be caught flatfooted, as I have been, on too many things, these last years.  I just hope .22 ammunition comes back before long.  Once I get ranged and practiced, that is absolutely the cheapest way to keep it up, when prices run as they should.  While I do believe there are more shooters, and they are learning and practicing with the .22, I do lay most of the scarcity on the government, one way or the other.  Don't listen to the paid talking heads out there.  They are either ignorant or stooges.

Well... On to seeing what you all are up to, perhaps a review of the news' (like a' = a not).  It's not what they write, it's what they don't, things that slip through, and other such I review, not the news' that they present.  Later.

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Another load through, folded, and put up.  I moved the pack to the dryer.  Since I only ever use fluff, I don't really mind drying it that way.  Because of pockets, folds, and areas of thicker material, it may still need to be air dried to finish it.  The load that I took out of the dryer was the previously moldy clothing.  After five washes, two spins in the dryer, and some time to air out, there is no mold scent left.  I did find the pack shovel, and put it in a pocket that holds it perfectly, and is set aside for just that purpose.  So many little and big things yet to do, even today.  Cleaning off the table, honing then cleaning that off, setting up the water filter and getting that packed, figuring out whether the big pack and "rockets" will need airing out.  And, if I can get to it, I may pack my sleeping bag, tend, and such, and have those ready to go.  They have been airing out since burning man. :p

I found my motorola talkabouts.  The batteries are dead, rechargeables, so I will need to find the charger.  I never did figure them out.  But it seems that, to use certain channels, and really any channel on high power, one has to have some licenses.  I think they are easy, considering it is the government, to obtain those.  But, really?  Two licenses, or forms anyway, for a walky-talky?  More than annoying.  Even Canada doesn't require that.  More make work, and problems, bureaucracy.  I sure we take our country back from those useless shats, soon.

A shower went in.  When I can, I do.  And, I can.  Every other day, every third day in rest periods if I'm not up to it, every day if I need to do business and associate with folk.  I thought about shaving, but I'd like to have some whiskers when I start using the straight razor.  I'm not sure when that will be, could be as early as Tuesday, maybe tomorrow though I doubt it.  Hmm... I might use the trimmer to knock the bush back a bit though.  Yeah... 

Oh, Sam says hello.  She is just doing chin rests on my arm as I try to type.  She owns my arms, and lap, and any food I might have, for her or me.  Hey, nothing personal, she suggests, but...  MINE!  Later.