


Running around pursued by 10,000 demons. Lots to do, all nit-picky stuff interlaced like pixie stix. Easy to make a mistake, like deleting a photo instead of selecting a photo, being late or dropping a detail on a sequence of errands.
Last night in class one of the young guys was watching a youtube selection, i-poding and agitating a canister of film...in the classroom. Multi-gulti tasking. Like today.
Trying to wrap it up so I can make ammo for The TSRA Service Rifle Championship this weekend. Skipping a trip to the lake to check deercams.
Above is a little assignment I shot. A 60-year old marathon runner who is also a ranching retired guy. Fun to shoot and talk running for a bit. The nice thing about assignments like this is you get to concentrate on the task at hand...and no other.
Update: Like this. I did get to see a lot of wonderful folks at a luncheon, buy some things on ebay, move money at the bank and now get all my cases ready to load, plus drove a rifle to Kilgore for Rick to fix. Busy, but the flow wasn't a torrent.
I hear a car door. The fabulous Redhead is home!
2 comments:
You say 60 like it's old.
it isn't very old if you are running marathons.
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