The Monday bupkis.
Where I am sans fodder.
It's not like I haven't occasionally thought about firearms this weekend, I just haven’t thought anything blog worthy.
Saw a really nice picture of a gunsmith workshop on Facebook, but I can’t share that. It was neat and well lit and had a window to another part of the shop. I've always appreciated good workshops. I didn't spend nearly enough time in mine, and now that my bad back prevents me, I really want to.
Fixit ideas on the back proceed, I am just impatient with the progress speed. Got a line on some ablasion...
Few chairs are comfortable. I got a prescription for a medical-chair at work, but I tried people that already had a chair for bad backs. They were all worse. The regular Aeron I already have is the best of them. And at home, the La-Z-Boy in front of the TV, actually. I feel like Roald Dahl. Unable to get comfortable writing anywhere but the comfy chair in the writer's shed.
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