Actually it’s closer to noon on the ninth. The fire is still burning, not because it’s particularly cold – it’s nearly 43 out right now – but because it’s so damned damp. My stump socks are out mildewing on the line, they may never dry. I think the sun will never shine again. Doing more laundry is clearly out of the question, I may end up having to string a line indoors.
Seriously, if the Cat in the Hat shows up I’m gonna invite him in with a smile.
How bored am I? I’m so bored I actually tried to read a Patricia Cornwell crime paperback. I was 77 pages into it before finally conceding I still didn’t even know what it was about. So I went up the ridge to the reloading shack…
I size and prime my pistol brass all in a bunch just so I don’t have it lying around in several states of prep, but tend to load the ammo as I need it, fifty at a time. Because bulk reloading is boring and there are always other, better things to do. Except this morning there just wasn’t. So I loaded every case I had. Now I’m ready for the apocalypse. Which will probably be boring.
This has been going on forever.
Maybe the clouds will break up later. They did yesterday afternoon, briefly. A little. I shouldn’t even be on the ‘pooter now. Bored!
Somebody asked me one time, “Do you ever get bored?” And I answered cheerfully, truthfully, “No. Never.”
But today I’m bored.
So bored.
Will the sun never come back? Will the mud never dry? I don’t remember the last time it did this to me. Cold, sure. But …
Chairman of the Bored!
This would be the perfect time for an arsenic cap job.
Maybe you need a care package with some new books…. What kinds do you like?
Don’t feel bad about the book; I’ve attempted to read several of Patricia Cornwell’s books, and I’m convinced she doesn’t know what the hell they’re about.
Say, Joel, not to take advantage or anything, but if it stays cloudy and cool there, can I send you my brass to reload? I’ll even include powder and primers (assuming I can find any….)
Yup, we’re out here. Even at 4 in the morning. Can anyone even get care packages to you?
Care packages to Joel should be easier once Amazon perfects drone delivery. Just give them the grid coordinates, and right to his doorstep.
Matt, that’s only if Amazon never wants to see their drone again. I suspect Joel is protective of his airspace. It goes along with the whole Evil Overlord gig.
Speaking of packages, Joel–incoming! At least, as soon as the you-know-what Brothers process the order. That may not cure boredom, but you’d be happier (? well, less grumpy) in your boredom.
Amazon would need the safe passage codes. The wind up there can be harsh for days at a time, I think that will limit drone delivery.
When the apocalypse happens, you will likely not even hear about it until after it is over.
Oh, you’re REALLY not going to like this weekend…