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Made the page count again, yesterday. But today my head has gone ugly again. It’s not the book’s fault really, but outside influences are just playing hell with me. I can’t even share what’s got me in a tizzy. It’s too personal and the topic isn’t my personal to share but someone I know. No telling other people’s secrets, or intimate details on the world wide web. That is just not cool.
So, I sit here befuddled, anxious. The air is thick with the rain that keeps trying to come, then stopping. It feels like the world is stopped, waiting for the weather to break. St. Louis is caught between two weather fronts. This is the third day of the air feeling like it’s being squeezed between two giants. The storm that promises but does not come, pushes at my skin, weighs down my shoulders. Of course, if it rains then we will not be going to the shooting range this afternoon, because it’s an out door range. My only goal, if we get to go, is to shoot enough ammo through the new Kahr, that it isn’t so damn stiff. If, after I shoot a few dozen rounds through it, it’s still fighting me, I may just be trading in the gun for something different.
I’m going back to work, and see if I can get some pages done. I hope that the rest of you are having a much more productive, and low stress day, than I am.
Back from the range. Charles went with Jon and me. The Kahr is smoothing out a little, though Charles discovered the reason that neither of us could hit consistently with it is that the sight is loose. As in, it’s loose enough to move from shot to shot. Terribly hard to shoot consistently when the sight you’re using to aim isn’t solid. Good to know what’s wrong. We’re going to have to send at least the slide back to the manufacturer so the sight can get fixed.
I have to say that I was pretty discouraged when I started this blog a few hours ago, but now I feel refreshed. Yes, my bad arm shook and is letting me know I haven’t been doing my weight lifting like I should, but I’m back at the computer ready to work again. I already did nine pages today, so I’ve got my page count, but I feel strangely eager to work. Maybe that old saying, “A change is as good as a rest,” has more meaning for me than I think. Years ago before I had Trinity I would exercise for a couple of hours in the middle of the day then go back to work. But once you have a kiddo in school, you really can’t work through the bus time. So I adjusted to the new schedule, but I’m beginning to remember that it’s not a natural schedule for me. We all have our rhythms, and when you fight against what works naturally for you, you make your job harder. I won’t be able to go do something new in the middle of the day all the time, but maybe I should move the exercise from the end of the day to the middle. It’s worth a try.