some bastard still hasn't closed that freezer door, so I'm staying in. It's 6f out there, dammit.
In other news, for some reason I once again find myself having fond thoughts of a .22 Hornet. Just because.
Of course, the other day I was gazing upon a Winchester 1885 High Wall, in .45-70. Which inspired more lustful than fond thoughts. No, I did not put down a deposit.
Actually, what I need to do is make another pass at cleaning the work room. Then make up some ammo. And finish that book. At least one out of three needs to get some attention today.