Neanderpundit

but come to think of it, there have always been headwounds during the worse ones. This, then is the worst week on record sans headwound.

When someone you love is in pain, a lot of pain, and there isn’t a damned thing you can do about it, that is the very definition of suck.

Sorry to be so devoid of content. Lots of shot show stuff is coming, but I have to get past this first. Which will probably take the rest of the week and the weekend.

More posts when I have some time.

Last week, I lost a co-worker. He was trying to recover from a liver transplant (His second) and didnt’ make it. He had been given a second lease on life and, I hope, he’d had time to make his peace. I missed his service because I was at the shot show.

This morning, at three, the Ogwife’s favorite brother passed. He’d just discovered his wife was pregnant mere weeks ago, and he’d been having ticker troubles, and they finally caught up with him. He had a bypass saturday, was recovering, and from all appearances threw an embolism. We’ll probably drive up wednesday pm.

God rest and keep them both. Please, Lord, nobody else for a while.