With the recent departure of my departmental number two at work, my free time has dropped from little to none.
I will mention in passing a few developments that have meaning in my life. I am only a few credits away from a bachelor’s degree in information technology. That is exciting, as I have been working on the degree nights and weekends for five years (minus a year off for war duties). I’ll move on to a graduate degree, but I haven’t decided what yet.
I bought my wife a Beretta Tomcat as her primary carry gun thanks to a recommendation from Gringo Malo. I wish she was as excited about shooting it as I am, but not everyone loves shooting for the sake of shooting. My wife used her .22 only once that I am aware of when she came upon an opossum which had just been run over and was suffering. She fired an entire clip into the wounded creature in order to end its pain. I hated that little .22 – it had three safeties on it. Three! If you are clumsy enough or forgetful enough or careless enough that you need three safeties on your pistol, you shouldn’t have a pistol. That’s just my opinion, and I’m glad I sold that gun to someone who liked the idea of three safeties.
Last but not least, my post requesting a Tasmanian pen pal has borne fruit, and I am in the beginning stages of a correspondence that I hope will prove educational and interesting in the long term.
Have you ever been reflecting on how quickly you run out of time to do something? I have run out of time to do almost everything I enjoy most. Luckily, I know that these things tend to come in cycles and so I do not despair when the work pace becomes outrageous. I will make up for it by stealing back minutes here and hours there at some point in the future.