Don't mind me. Loading magazines. (Really). Was also gifted with a terrific medic bag out of the blue, so I'm getting it properly stuffed and kitted out. The F350 Megabeastmobile wants a new starter, and then it's going to turn into a civilian version of an M923 prime mover/RV. Ring mounted crew-served optional, but not entirely unlikely. That Krag project is still sitting half-started somewhere. Then there's a hatchet to work on, followed by another bolt gun to finish pimping out, on top of a few cartons of this and a pallet of that. And that annoying "going to work" thingie, since the lottery never picks the right numbers for me, along with its never-ending hamster-wheel corrollary, "levelling up my professional quals, certs, and whatnots, etc." Might even go crazy enough to get a Master's, just to be able to download 25 years in emergency nursing into the brighter lights coming up out of the minor leagues. I should have started on all this about 50 years ago, when I was still in grade school. And had the energy. So the days are just packed.
It's not like I'm ever going to shut up, but it's so nice outside lately, and so many other things to...Oh! Squirrel!