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Same shit, different year

While the rest of Indiana drowned this spring, and a lot of the country is underwater, NW indiana, just like last year, is as dry as a popcorn fart. I’d wished I might not have to water the garden constantly, but I might as well wisht he sky wasn’t blue. WHich it is now, deep blue and clear as can be. A HUGE front came through last night, sky black as the inside of a dog when I went to go pick the Oglet up at Karate class. And didn’t leave a single drop of rain in it’s wake.

Need Algore to sweep by so it’s cooler and rainy.

Happy monday!

Just about everything I did last week, someone managed to screw up for me. So I have to fix all those damned things. But at least I have four days instead of five to fix all that stuff. Weee!

More shooting, better shooting.

As Tam says. So Partner and I run out to put some lead downrange. We manage to go through a box of 22 High Vel, and many steel plates and clay pigeons died at our hands.

I can reliably hit the plates offhand at some speed with the Ruger MK2. I like it fine.

And now I’s sleepy.

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