How about them's apples.

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Wasn't sure I'd make it on time.  The post closes at noon.  I woke at... 10:30, give or take.  My mind trips over my body those first few hours.  I wanted a shower, I usually have a package that needs delivered in that first hour or two and, and, and...  Oh, right, coffee.  But I didn't get to most of it.  Package was delivered though.  :p  I think Sam is a medical spy.  She has to watch.  *blink blink*  Spy! 

I had two packages.  One from so long ago I had forgotten finally showed.  It did, however, to be fair, take the slow boat from China.  The other are the reloading dies.  I am thinking to use one of them relatively quickly... to make gifts for someone.  Nothing like building friendships on bullets.  Maybe that's just me, but... I wouldn't count on that.  A box or two of freebees as a form of thanks hurts no feelings, all I'm suggesting. 

Now, to figure out what I was trying to figure out before realizing there wasn't time to figure almost any of it out.  Yeah, not even close to being awake.  I didn't hit any speed-bumps, so I'm pretty sure the drive went okay.  Oh, don't worry.  Most people who drive are in worse condition than I am, they are just so used to it they no longer think too much of it.  And that's to start, if they then begin putting on make-up, or talking on the phone, quality only gets worse.  I watch, when pedestrianing.  I don't want to be a speed bump.  Most likely, they would back up to check, then drive forward to escape what passes for shame.  And it still wouldn't kill me.  Bleh. 

No worries, just in a jocular sort of grumpy blathering.  Laughing while I imagine getting "lucky"... again.  On the good side, for you?  I'll be here all week.  Later.