Oh beautiful day!

The heat of the sun is upon my pasty skin. The tennis racket is in my hand. Oh wonder! Oh, beauty! With a gentle breeze upon my face. I sip upon my irish coffee and deeply cherish with every strand of my being. Perhaps I should ride my bike. Well I would if I did not have the pressing need to go to work.

Blech

I have a storyboard written, a series of scenes that it is a bitch and a half to lace together, that could constitute a novel....If I could only focus on it and nothing else...

The problem is mostly the focus. I have so many other concerns at any given moment that taking a chisel to the story is far from my mind.

Oh, and stupendous news! I have finally picked up my first firearm and will be testing it out this weekend!
It's a Mossberg 500 shotgun 18.5", nothing much really. In my excitement, I have taken it apart, cleaned each piece, and oiled it about 8 times in the first day.

It has also been a keen reminder that my family is deathly afraid of the State. I am too, in a way. Especially since I have a far, far better grasp of the very soul of the State. Yet, I cannot abide evil be it small or large. I will endeavor against it in the most pragmatic manner I can.