Monday, Monday

Busy day today. Busy as soccer-moms define busy, that is. Doing what you want to do then finding that 24 hours isn't enough and whining about it. So I'll hold back a whinge. I've got to try out that Taurus 1911, pick up Nat so the two of us can have a parlay with a local forest ranger regarding areas we'd be allowed to venture into in search of hogs, drop Archie (he's 105 and needs a ride) off at the doctor's office, and a few other odds and ends. As long as I get to shoot at least once today it'll be cool.