Couldn't sleep.

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Looked for a few ideas, while awake.  Things to think about, for good or ill.

Odds and ends, mostly for prepping, things to do, or some combination.  To be honest, I don't think hunting will be high on anyone's mind.  Oh, there will be a flush of hunting, if things go bad.  Right until there is nothing left to hunt.  Look at Africa, to find out what happens when bushmeat is allowed to be culled.

After bushmeat is gone, they begin to go after the cattle.  That ends up in a war.  Lots of people get killed in range wars.  Well... it's the way things go.  When people are starving, they aren't so worried about laws.  Heck, being shot, or even hung, is better than starvation.  Far better than watching one's family starve.

Still...  If that has nothing to do with anything, necessarily.  Now, I have few such needs, in any of these directions, mostly.  Well, can always use more food, and better, keto, storage, foods.  And, I'd love to get into pottery, if I'm not sure about the whole clay gathering thing.  It's a lot of work.  And, then, work, on work, on work.  But, in a world that has shut down, it might be... something to do.  As well, making your own black powder would lead you to make your own charcoal, so... things could mix and match.

Anyway... a few ideas, potentials, and prep ideas.

Bringing out the boy in the man.

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I watch this guy's videos with some frequency.  He covers swords, to battle axes, to movie reconstructions, to sword inlays of historic natures.  Everything a lad, or man, could imagine in the world of battle weapons of an old to very old European bent.  As well, he has... ideas... such as how to improve on a "Legolas" bow.  Look it up or never mind, but quite a curiosity... with potential for more.

When I must.

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Laugh.  Point.  Take it.  Give it.  Leave it.  More.  Whatever.

For a time.

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Sometimes I forget.  Sometimes she, several of her, almost remind me.  So be it.

Okay, yeah, sure.

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I asked a question.  I believe I got an answer.  Do I present that way?  Maybe not exactly, but very plausibly within what is real and among the reals themselves.  Both songs could easily be seen as who I really am or could be or have been... to some varying degrees.  In the first, yeah... it's there.  In the second, should I find a nubile wife, definitely.  And, at times, I can resemble some of the rougher states of those shown.  Resemblance, perhaps of kin like ways.  Perhaps just in certitude, though I think more.  I think, sometimes, when people read here, they think it's just... stuff, writings, stories.  When they meet me and... something clicks?  It can hurt.  The way many truths hurt.  Whether about me, or simply about reality, is for the... one whose eyes have been opened to know, or choose or understand.  In time it all becomes clear, to great suffering.  Just the way it is.  Disturbing.  Even if they don't agree, they do see that I do believe.  No story, or not so much.

And, I tried to explain this video to them, which is why they went to that post to explain their problem.  Well, and that I don't believe politics is the solution.  Huh?  Nope.  Unless God is your politics.  Politics is only, and ever, and at it's very best, a necessary evil.  It isn't, can't be, and won't be the solution.  But if men are well armed, there is a much reduced incidence of crime, both citizen on citizen and state on citizen.  Anyway, this is the video, and ideas, I expressed.  How to arm the other eleven.  Indeed.

Shooting.

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I couldn't hit crap today.  Too tired from yesterday, out of practice, just one of those days.  No matter.  Practice was needed and had.  My friend, his friend, and his friend's son made it to the range, then a burger joint I hadn't visited.  It's sort of new to town, as I scale time.  It stayed cool throughout the day and shoot, which helped.  But I am simply done.  Tomorrow will be a day of rest, maybe Thursday too.

I had hoped to make it to the grocery store on the way back, and maybe stop at the coffee shop as well.  Nope.  Too tired.  Then again, I left at about 13:00 and returned just right at 21:00.  that is a very long day for me.  A bit of coffee to put some life back into my bones so that sleep isn't so dead, a bit of gaming, then to bed by 23:00 or 0:00.  Whenever I can get to it.  I am hoping I will sleep well, but not too hard.  I'll set the alarm for an eight plus one hour sleep, and try to beat the alarm.

It was good to get out.  I have set up a cookout for Monday.  If they bring libations and salads, I'll get a brisket and slow cook it, was the deal.  I should call and see if they like it smoked.  I am hoping to cook it for about six to eight hours, starting earlier, and monitoring the heat.  At 250, it should do fine.  Oh, I might ask them to bring a loaf of bread from the real bread store.  That really goes with brisket well.  Rye or a mixed wheat variety... perhaps a potato or peasant loaf... something.

Well, that is it for that.  Good night.

Well?

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Going to bed, eventually, at 6:00, meant that I am just waking.  Yeah, I heard the phone.  Little I could do about it.  Same with the alarm.  I'm about to shower then call my friend back.  Gah!  I hope he wouldn't mind an afternoon run.  Thursday, right?  Yeah, okay.  Ugh... to just... get going!  Hmm...  I better do laundry soon.  Clean clothes are become nearly as scarce as hen's teeth, not counting abominations. 
Medicine has been taken.  I keep forgetting night meds, of the pill form.  Odd, I don't forget it all.  Never mind.  Though that might be why mornings are so rough and why I have trouble sleeping.  While that stuff is good, once I am too level... as I am essentially... it does knock the speed tick down a bit.  Yeah, I'll... get on that.  But, first, today.  I need to get a shower before calling.  Otherwise he'll want me to go in as is.  Which, technically, is fine.  But... fine for other folk.  A shower, especially in day hours, but certainly since this would be the second day since a shower and this isn't an emergency.  Though it might cut into his nap time.  :p

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.