Tomorrow.

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I won't be going to town today.  Not because I can't, or that I am too sore.  I simply woke too late to get going.  I could shower and just maybe make it in just in time to do a few of the things on my list, or even all of them.  But that would assume nothing went wrong.  A work traffic stop, some other time distraction, possibly even taking a wrong turn.  Further, I am not exactly sure of the hours of operation for some of the places I mean to visit.  Do they close at 17:00, 16:30, or even, effectively, 16:00?  I simply can't be sure.  As is, I don't wish to push into uncertain territory after pushing as I did yesterday.  I will attempt to get to bed earlier tonight, and up early tomorrow, taking care of my business before taking my friend out shooting.  I may, possibly, head out a bit later, just for grocery shopping, and another meal.  HUNGRY.  Or I may not.

No worries.  I sure would have liked a meal out.  But one of the things that arrived at my door today is a rice cooker.  Yeah, I know.  I said I really didn't want one.  And, I still hold to that.  After having purchased one for my mother, to great reviews, I decided to pull the trigger on one myself.  One never knows, but some certain trusts in some certain others can allow for risks to be harbored.  Such is the case with this item.  I bought a smaller one, since I don't cook for groups, but it does have a steamer basket as well.  Honestly, steamed food is not my favorite.  It is usually flat... bland.  It removes what little fat is in what is already rather fatless.  Not a good thing.  I suppose, a smidgen of butter on top of, say, a fish fillet, might help.  And it is a rather easy way to cook.  I may give that a shot.  And it should work equally well with quinoa, millet, and various types of rice.

A few other items, the near last of a line of purchases, arrived as well.  Some ammunition to check a specific rifle, to see if it prefers specific bullets by grain of bullet, velocity, or type of bullet... a cleaning rod specifically for that rifle, a tripod for the chronograph I intend to buy next month for exacting reloading, and a few other items along those lines, or long on my list for past projects or needs, or future ones.  As with canning, I may never get to it all.  But I will surely be geared for it in some smaller or larger ways.  Who knows.  I do know nothing can happen if the tools, supplies, and intent isn't there.  And intent is useless without the rest.  While it does sound fun, it is all, actually, a lot of work.  Fun, and successes, and working through failures... those are the payoffs, until a better payoff comes along.

While I am doing a few other things, I may see if I can bring some order to my kitchen, enough to not only feed my face, but to "cook" the wood finish and create a space for honing.  If that goes well, I will see what of that I can get done.  Success feeds upon success.  And while I am sore, these tasks should be light enough that they won't be too disturbing today, detract from my efforts tomorrow, and perhaps Friday if I am unable to get to town early enough for my business affairs, and the efforts might even loosen up the sprung springs to a better working order.  Shooting is locked in, for tomorrow afternoon, but a morning sprint... is questionable.  I believe I have a trip to make Saturday, earlier.  So I will be working at getting my sleep cycle in order to make that a more pleasant affair.  Yes, I am pushing.  But, for now, and again, I am able to do so. 

While God loves a busy man, I am sure, too, that He understands my difficulties.  I can almost hear Him laugh, at times, in a kindly way.  As a Father who sees his son struggling against the world, and sleep, exhaustion, and frustration, even ignorance.  I know He loves me whatever I can do, or even when I need or want to back off a bit.  It isn't my struggles that please, if they might entertain.  It is not my trials, but my faith, that will grant grace.  And yet... He built us to... do... like Himself... only, in our immature ways, so far, because of choices and where we are.  I don't mind the chuckles, if I sometimes raise a brow, and in a familial way, suggest if He is too ornery about it, that we will tussle.  I can almost hear Him breaking into great laughter and suggesting "Crib time!".  :p  That is actually comforting, in many ways, even as it might be a little vexing.  Even one so powerful, in my ways, as I am... to know my place, and surely, is like a warm blanket to a baby.

Later.